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Jan. 2nd, 2004 09:05 amSetting: 7:45 am, Friday Morning, the Monument Cafe in Georgetown, a small town north of Austin, Texas. Pleasant lighting and the smell of bacon cooking.
A woman is eating breakfast with her two sons and daughter (24, 16, and 7, respectively). Her eldest son is drinking what might just be the best orange juice this world has ever seen. Visible on the window is a public notice that the Monument Cafe has applied for a license to serve liquor on its premeses.
Enter COWBOY, wearing worn boots, dusty levis, red checked shirt and ten-gallon hat. His name is apparently Cal.
Waitress: Good morning, Cal!
Cal: Good morning Ellen!
Waitress: How y'all doing this morning?
Cal: Doin' fine.
Waitress: What'll you have?
Cal: Scrambled eggs and toast.
Oldest son offers orange juice to youngest son to taste.
Cal: Say, I saw that sign, y'all got any beer yet?
Mother and oldest son choke on their breakfast. Youngest son snorts oldest son's orange juice out his nose.
*bows*
And that was my morning.
A woman is eating breakfast with her two sons and daughter (24, 16, and 7, respectively). Her eldest son is drinking what might just be the best orange juice this world has ever seen. Visible on the window is a public notice that the Monument Cafe has applied for a license to serve liquor on its premeses.
Enter COWBOY, wearing worn boots, dusty levis, red checked shirt and ten-gallon hat. His name is apparently Cal.
Waitress: Good morning, Cal!
Cal: Good morning Ellen!
Waitress: How y'all doing this morning?
Cal: Doin' fine.
Waitress: What'll you have?
Cal: Scrambled eggs and toast.
Oldest son offers orange juice to youngest son to taste.
Cal: Say, I saw that sign, y'all got any beer yet?
Mother and oldest son choke on their breakfast. Youngest son snorts oldest son's orange juice out his nose.
*bows*
And that was my morning.
