The Old Soldier has had a wonderful day. Let me tell you all about it. It is around 4:00 in the afternoon. Yesterday, my 70-year-old sister came over to tell her 64-year-old brother (that’s me) that our 92-year-old mum was in ShadySide Hospital.
After hitting Sis up for $20 (she is well off and I’m poor) I was able to do some drinking at Sonny’s Tavern yesterday and I still had some money left over for today. I went to visit me old mum this morning. She fell in the shower/bathtub. We had a good long talk. She is doing fine. She got a phone call and I left.
I was on my way to get a six-pack when I saw the gates over the door to Sonny’s Tavern were open. On Saturdays Sonny’s opens at 6:00 PM. It was like, oh I don’t know. It was a lot earlier than 6:00 PM.
I pushed the door open. There was Paul, one of the owners, relaxing in what looked to be what use to be called an easy chair and Joy sitting at the bar. I love it when Joy wears a short dress. She has the legs for short dresses.
Then later on Whitey came in. I didn’t know Whitey; but the four of us talked about life and death and prison and Montana Fishburne doing porn and my blog and sex and…Well, you get the picture.
I told Joy that if she ever found herself in a women’s prison she would have an orgasm every night. She looks good in short dresses.
Oh, Paul was buying and the gates were open because he was waiting for a beer delivery. Thank you, Paul.
- Going Back To Sonny’s Tavern (pittsburghflashfictiongazette.com)
- Time For Sonny’s Tavern And Karaoke At Del’s (pittsburghflashfictiongazette.com)