Sometimes it only takes one word for you to know exactly what you are gonna get.
It reminds me of a story…
I went to see a Credence Clearwater Revival tribute band with my buddy Half once. In between sets one of the band members was standing near us at the bar, and Half struck up a conversation with him that went something like this:
Half: When ya’ll gonna play “Lodi”?
The Guy: We don’t play “Lodi”.
Half: *with full contempt* If you don’t play “Lodi” you ain’t no damn CCR tribute band!
It’s been a long time since I’ve posted a Toonlet. Â It’s not that I don’t have any material. Â There are volumes of one liners perfectly suited for cartoons. Â And boy do I know some characters. Â It just slipped my mind for some reason.
This particular situation occurred on a night that began in an airport bar in Atlanta, continued on a trans-Atlantic flight, moved to a hotel bar in Limerick, then to a rugby match (sneaky with the flasks), some local pubs, a dance club, a miserably hot and humid train ride to Dublin sitting across from a guy who sniffed snuff every 45 seconds or so, a car ride to a pub out in the country with a driver who had never driven on the left side of the road, and another rugby match.
It goes without saying that most of us were ready to take a break from the sauce and sleep for a couple of hours. Â Most of us. Â Also, notice the new character–Mr. Soft Touch