Three drunks at the light rail station:
Snake and Pete were on the bench. Snake was taking a little nap and Pete was watching the trains go by. Mad Dog came out of the alley and tried to sit down. This meant Snake had to sit up in a hurry as Mad Dog was three times his size. This was such an effort for Snake that he definitely needed a drink. So he took a careful swallow and put his bottle back into his jacket pocket.
All three of them looked like they had just stepped out of the rag bin. Pete was the youngest of the three. He wore a flat cap and Levi jacket.
Snake was the oldest and was a slip of a man. Looked like he couldn’t be more than 5 feet tall.And must have weighed about 100 pounds max. Mad Dog on the other hand was about 6’2”. The first thing you noticed about him though was his nose. It looked like it had been broken. Often. Maybe even on a regular basis. It had sort of caved in on itself really.
The conversation went like this:
Snake: ‘Day is it Pete?
Pete: Well, uh, mmm, I know it’s Monday, because the suits are goin’ t’
work.
Snake: No man, I mean the day of the month, what month is it?
Pete: Looking at Mad Dog, “Have we had Halloween yet?”
Mad Dog: You fools can’t even remember the trick or treaters out the
other night? What are you, a couple of drunks? Man both of
you are losin’it, big time.
Snake: You know what day it is Mad Dog?
Mad Dog: Sure, it’s November.
Pete: No, he means what DATE, what DATE in November.
Mad Dog: Silence.
Snake: (to Pete) He doesn’t even know either….. call ME a drunk….
Mad Dog: Well excuse ME sunshine, sorry I don’t have my DAY planner
on me!
Pete: We could ask somebody.
Mad Dog: Then they would know for SURE we were drunks.
Snake: I think they know that already dude.
Train leaves the station. And so we will never know if Mad Dog or anyone at the 12th and Elm stop ever finds out what date it is….
There are some mysteries in life you just have to get used to I guess.