OLWG 388

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I was minding my own business sitting, waiting for my food order at what can only be described as a New Mexico schmerz, when in walked an angry guy. He had tousled black hair, tea colored eyes, and a big mouth. He sat down next to a young woman who was busily scribbling something on a napkin. Suddenly he grabbed it, read what she had written and was really mad about it. “You’ll change the words of this poem if you know what’s good for ya!” She looked cowed and got up and walked out of the restaurant. He shredded the napkin and threw it on her plate. Then he left also and they parted ways outside. I’ll never know what caused him to be upset, but my curiosity is killing me!

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OLWG# 388- Pistolettes and Etouffee at Steamboat Bill’s