Thursday, February 18, 2010

THE CAFÉ: High Plains Conversation

Many important things are negotiated and decided in the town café. This is not one of those occasions.

Note: spurious details have been edited out to maintain the substance of the conversation

Wooden faces. Smoke drifts from their noses. Preacher's here. Watch the language.

"Sure is hot."

"Supposed to rain tomorrow."

"Sure could use it."

"Was that you tried to call me?"

"When?"

"Smornin"

"No."

"Well, don't matter what they call me, 'slong as they call me to dinner."

"Huh."

Someone flicks a cigarette.

"Smitty's crop's gone."

"How?"

"Hailstorm."

"Damn."

"Sorry, preacher."

Some drift in. Others leave.

"D'ya hear what Bill said?" The call-me-to-dinner punch line is repeated.

"Huh!"

"Gotta git back to it."

"Ain't gonna git done by itself."

"D'ya leave a tip for the senorita?"

"Next time."

They'll meet again in two hours.

Two hours later.

Wooden faces. Smoke drifts from their noses. Preacher's not here. Conversation is saltier.

"Hotter'n hell."

"Supposed to rain tomorrow."

"Drier'n a bastard."

"Was that you tried to call me?"

"When?"

"'Smornin"

"Hell no."

"Well, don't matter what they call me, 'slong as they call me to dinner."

"Shee-it."

Someone flicks a cigarette.

"Smitty's crop's gone"

"Damn."

"Hailstorm."

"Shee-it."

Some drift in. Others leave.

"D'ya hear what Bill said?" The call-me-to-dinner punch line is repeated.

"Huh! Shee-it."

"Gotta git back to it."

"Damn sure ain't gonna git done by itself."

"D'ya leave a tip for the senorita?"

"Hell no."

"Preacher's comin"

"Shee-it, I gotta go."

They'll meet again in two hours for more of the same.

Preacher sees them sitting there, turns around and gets back in his car. Tells himself, "I gotta get the f--- outta here."

4 comments:

  1. Now that's some stimulating conversation!

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  2. Very, very funny! And not one single false note. If you didden have bad luck, you wooden have no luck a-tall. Shee-it!
    ---JagWar

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