| Part Deux Let's describe the art and annoyance of continuous foot stompin' during the musical entertainment of "Special Ed and the Short Bus". (A pregnant Dancing Woman) (A Foot Reenactment) It is distracting. All eyes watched the stompin' moves of the handsome lad who swayed and swung with everything from a thin hip swiveling Thomas girl to the almost giving birth sweating mother -to- be, who also was barefoot. We took bets on whether the baby would be born between songs allowing the mom and " The Stomper" to stomp late into the night. This tall athletic barefoot guy stole the show, blocked the path to the potty, annoyed our table( except for our wives who basically drooled into their beer the whole night while my friend Trevor and I rolled our eyes while silently playing dueling farts). As "Special Ed and team mimicked the great and original Dan Hicks and His Hot Licks we watched as the PF staffed under-performed and pissed away dollars through the lack of service. I saw one lass eventually bus a few tables, but never really offering to retrieve beverages for customers. I saw some people behind the counter who may or may not have been PF employees getting drinks. Although they were in charge of counting the drinks we received at least two free rounds not through acts of kindness, but by the act of " I Don't Care I'm Not the Owner". Don't get me wrong. I love the PF. I want it to stick around for a long time. What I saw that rainy night in moist Thomas, WV will increase the percentages the old hardware store is going to be vacant someday soon and a place only mice appreciate will stand. We leave. By chance the Mountain State is open and we close the place down tossing back a few single malts, several baskets of popcorn and the bartender who loves our business shares stories with us earning her sizable gratuity for the evening. The night closes as we make it back to the fake facade of the Tally-Ho Lodge. I fall asleep early into the morning watching Steve Seagal take out an army or two, tossing the Mafia tough guys through windows and the slit of sunrise cut across the bed through the drapes into my wife's red hair. |
