So, I’m tendin’ bar there at Ecklund and Swedlin’s last Tuesday, and this little guy’s drinkin’ and he says, “So where can a guy find some action? I’m goin’ crazy out there at the lake.” And I says, “What kinda action?” and he says, “Woman action, what do I look like?” And I says, “Well, what do I look like, I don’t arrange that kinda thing,” and he says, “But I’m goin’ crazy out there at the lake,” and I says, “Well, this ain’t that kinda place.”
So he angrily says, “Oh I get it, so you think I’m some kinda crazy jerk for askin’,” only he doesn’t use the word “jerk.”
And then he calls me a jerk, and says that the last guy who thought he was a jerk is dead now. So I don’t say nothin’ and he says, “What do ya think about that?” So I says, “Well, that don’t sound like too good a deal for him, then.”
And he says, “Yah, that guy’s dead, and I don’t mean of old age.” And then he says, “Geez, I’m goin’ crazy out there at the lake.”
So, ya know, he’s drinkin’, so I don’t think a whole great deal of it, but Mrs. Mohra heard about the homicides down here last week and she thought I should call it in, so… I called it in. End o’ story.
he was a little guy… Kinda funny lookin’.