Tuesday morning I drove over to the coffee shop, instead of walking, as I had some errands to run after out meeting. As I wove my way to our usual table, Fred, whose nose is normally buried in the morning newspaper, piped up: “Where’s yer Ford? You don’t go anywhere without you old pick-up.”
“I do in winter,” I said, sitting down at my usual place next to Medford.
“It ain’t winter yet!” Fred replied, folding up his paper, “you put it in storage already?”
“He blabbed about it on AR,” said Medford, “and there is at least one Active Rainer who knows the city, and implied she knows where we meet.”
“Good move, Jay,” said Harold, the retired barber, “now we’ll have to sit somewhere else away from te window!”
“Naw, Jay usually walks anyway,” said Carl, “besides, if he drives, that silver (censored) he drives in the winter is as nondescript as any car on the road.”
(Could this be Jay's car?)
“Hey,” Fred asked, “how’s that Cyber Café thing you’re doin’ comin’ along?”
“We’ve had a number of visitors stop by and look around, and later today we’ll suggest a topic for discussion.” replied Medford.
“Can we participate?” asked Fred.
“You’re a part of it,” I said, “we’ll review the comments made by our guests with you guys, and if you have something to add, we’ll place it in with our comments.”
“That’s because,” Medford the geezer-geek added, “you old computer-illiterate Luddites refuse to enter the computer age, and not only don’t have email, you don’t have computers!”
“What a kind thing to say,” said Harold, ending the conversation for this day, “you’re not usually so free with your compliments!”
Jay
So Jay, where do you plug your car in? Do you use the same outlet as your computer?
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