('MON. - SAT. BREAKFAST 'TIL 10, LUNCH 'TIL 3. CLOSED ON SUNDAYS')

PULLED PORK SANDWICH - $5.99

COCONUT CREAM PIE  (BAKED TODAY!)

TODAY'S SOUP - N.E. CLAM CHOWDER (CUP OR BOWL)

     After leaving Ol' Bag scratching his busted-in, balding bisquit in the parking lot

(inquiring if anyone "got the number of that truck?")

the trio continued their pilgrimage and found their way into the cafe.

     Shorty after, the fare had commenced; drinks had been served, orders placed, and the now contented party chatted, waiting for the meal to be served. Aggitated had chosen from the dry-erase board

(TODAY'S SOUP - N.E. CLAM CHOWDER)

     The server, perhaps a career waitress dead on her feet, or maybe, a fresh-outta-prep-school flower pickin' up some extra cash, returns from the kitchen and places the bowl of soup in front of Aggitated and smiles. She turns to Little Bro, who cooly asks for a second, empty bowl. The waitress, puzzled and perhaps waiting for some explanation, hesitates, then turns back to the kitchen to fulfill the odd request. In the meantime Aggitated stirs his meal indifferently, seemingly uninterested in actually indulging.

     A few moments later she returns with the auxiliary bowl, and pauses

(curious)

and inconspicuously observes for some visable clarification. Little Bro calmy places it beside his brother, then continues to palaver with the unrelated third member of the group. Aggitated promptly discontinues the futile churning of the clammy goop in front of him, while several pairs of eyes watch; inquisitive, anticipating the outcome of such a strange requisition.

He plunks his utensil into the creamy mess and takes the first bite.

     Or not.

(Here is your explanation, Flower)

The spoon goes in alright, then comes out. Some chewing, a small dribble down the side of his chops, and then

SPIT.

Chomp, swallow a bit, drool and

SPIT.

Chaw, swig, ooze and

SPIT,

until he or the second bowl, had it's fill.