Nothing Big. Just Another Day.

A high school baseball team unloads from the bus and hustles into Mc Donald’s and the cashier starts to freak. She calls for “help” and the manager tells her, “It’ll be alright.”

I don’t think the cashier believes her boss but she sucks in a big breath and starts to take orders.

The ball players are polite and know exactly what they want. 

Joey’s right behind them ordering an iced mocha coffee. I said, ” I don’t want you so amped you can’t sleep.”

And he said,”Tell you what. I’ll drink this now and…pass up the Mountain Dew before bed.”



About joefingas

I am a songwriter, poet, blues singer, and a boogie woogie piano player. I have a grandson but I have no children of my own. All my women have wised up and left me. I was a bum, a wino, a drug/alcohol counselor, a prevention/intervention specialist and a pretender. I have no more time to pretend.
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