Lord_Zobor
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Well I posted a couple of stories about my local bar, this is another short one.
On my morning walks I go through the laneway heading to the park. I pass by the rear of the bar. I know that on Thursdays, the bar receives it's order of liquor and food for the weekends. Diane, the manager and part owner is there to receive the stock, count it and whatever else she needs to do to get it sorted.
It was 8 am, the bar opens at 10 am for breakfast, then lunch at noon. I was walking past the rear of the bar, noticed the back door open so they had just received their order.
Now sometimes some of the regulars will drop by and have a coffee as Diane puts on a pot early. They know they can go in through the back and chat with her.
I wasn't in the mood for coffee, but as I walked past I heard laughter. It was like hahahaha, then a pause for a few seconds, then hahahaha, pause, then hahahaha.
I stuck my head in and the laughter intensified. It was like NO! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NOT THERE HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NO PLEASE HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA YOU'RE TICKLING HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. OH STOP HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.
Well this sounded interesting so I went in and as I moved toward the stockroom, I bumped a chair and noticed a couple of coffee mugs on the table. Well out comes mountain man Ben the 60's something, followed by Diane the manager. Ben sat down and took a sip of his coffee, Diane, wearing a white tank top and jean shorts, said hi to me. There was a moment of silence, then she said "he was tickling me!" I said "yeah,ok". Ben spoke up and said "she's a ticklish one".
Diane asked me if I wanted a coffee, I passed and left for my walk, Ben finished his coffee and followed me out. Nothing more was said.
On my morning walks I go through the laneway heading to the park. I pass by the rear of the bar. I know that on Thursdays, the bar receives it's order of liquor and food for the weekends. Diane, the manager and part owner is there to receive the stock, count it and whatever else she needs to do to get it sorted.
It was 8 am, the bar opens at 10 am for breakfast, then lunch at noon. I was walking past the rear of the bar, noticed the back door open so they had just received their order.
Now sometimes some of the regulars will drop by and have a coffee as Diane puts on a pot early. They know they can go in through the back and chat with her.
I wasn't in the mood for coffee, but as I walked past I heard laughter. It was like hahahaha, then a pause for a few seconds, then hahahaha, pause, then hahahaha.
I stuck my head in and the laughter intensified. It was like NO! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NOT THERE HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NO PLEASE HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA YOU'RE TICKLING HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. OH STOP HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.
Well this sounded interesting so I went in and as I moved toward the stockroom, I bumped a chair and noticed a couple of coffee mugs on the table. Well out comes mountain man Ben the 60's something, followed by Diane the manager. Ben sat down and took a sip of his coffee, Diane, wearing a white tank top and jean shorts, said hi to me. There was a moment of silence, then she said "he was tickling me!" I said "yeah,ok". Ben spoke up and said "she's a ticklish one".
Diane asked me if I wanted a coffee, I passed and left for my walk, Ben finished his coffee and followed me out. Nothing more was said.
