Wednesday night, we sat in Village Inn at 1am eating an early morning meal after a night at the bar. Dick Herculanum, Jack Bauhaus, two girls and myself sat in a corner booth — the ladies ordered brownies and ice cream, the gents ordered eggs, pancakes and breakfast meats. Cliff Glypha would have been proud.
At some point before our food arrived, I got up to use the facilities and when I returned, Kelly was showing photos on her camera to the dude in the booth next to us. Initially when we’d come in, I was a little worried because we were loud and obnoxious, and the proximity of the people in the next booth made me wonder if they were going to be upset. Mind you this worry was fleeting, in that it came and went in the span of about two seconds, but it was there however briefly.
To my horror…nay, to my amusement, the dude is that booth was crazy. I mean, he might honestly have been nuts. There might have been a plain white van waiting outside for him with a straight jacket and various and sundry medications. Anyway, I walked into the middle of the conversation so I’m not entirely sure what it was about, but from what I was able to deduce, they were arguing about whether the animal in the photo was a duck or something else. Random Crazy Dude thought it was a rooster or a chicken; the ladies were sure it was a duck. This is where I returned to the table, and we join the conversation in progress.