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There Was Naked Bowling... On Thursdays... 🤗👍

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A couple of weeks ago, I was on a business trip, in a very... very... small town. Dinning, late one night, I found myself - in the only restaurant, still open. I was eating cold fries. The sweet scent, of 'urinal mints' (from the nearby washroom), almost... overpowered - the smell, of stale beer and cigarettes. Sounds, of bowling balls, cascading along polished floors, smashing through wooden pins... smothered my thoughts. I pondered a question.

Would it be possible, to get my burger served, before I finished my fries?

A pair of bowling shoes, suddenly plunked themselves, on the counter, right next to me. My hazy thoughts, were interrupted. A whiff of leather and sock... and foot, blended in subtly... with the aroma of mints, from the bathroom. My cherubic new friend, smiled at me and lit a cigarette, as he leaned forward and spoke to the cook.

"Hey Tucker... Ya wanna make me a burger... ta go?"

Tucker nodded and in a flash, that meat... or whatever it was, was sizzling, on that blackened grill. Now ... I knew Tucker's name. I felt empowered. I kinda... raised my hand meekly, as if I was in grade two math class.

"Hey Tucker. How's, MY burger doin'?"

Tucker turned to me and with the quiet, nonchalance, of a man who'd already completed, a great task, replied.

"Oh, your burger? It's been ready for a while mister. I just had it, warmin' for ya." And he pointed to a dull red lamp... way down, at the end of the wall. "Figured y'all wanted to wait, till ya finished your fries first. That's the way, most folk here, eat it," he grinned. Then, he turned and pressed a metal spatula, flat down, against a grey patty - with all his might.

I stared at Tucker's back, and blinked. "Sure. Why the fuck, would I want to eat my burger, with my fries?" I thought to myself. Tucker, motioned to the petite waitress, in the pink dress. Quickly, she walked over with my burger.

The plate was put, right next to me. She wore lavender perfume and makeup... fit, for an opera star. "Ya new in town? Whatcha y'all doin here?", her green eyes twinkled, as she smiled.

I thought of telling her the truth. That I was here, on business. That I was fucking stuck here, for the next week. But I didn't. I just replied the way I knew most people would. "Just passin' thru. Just passin' thru," I smiled back. I was startin', to sound like them.

"Well... you'll be wantin', to see the 'old church', before ya leave. It was built in 1890," she beamed at me, proudly.

I had an hour for lunch: maybe I could squeeze in, a visit, to 'that' church. I took a bite, outta my burger. It was cold. Maybe I could spend, an hour lookin' for a better place ta eat. Yep...

My cherubic friend, grabbed his wrapped, hot burger off the counter... and with his other hand (the one holdin' those shoes) waved goodbye to me. It was too late, to block my nose. I reached for a fry, and waved back at 'im.

The waitress with the pink dress and brown rag in her hand, kept eyin' me, as she went table to table - wipin' them. Someone... just got a strike. I heard people yellin' and hollerin'. Tucker smiled and waved to a group of women as they passed. Come to think of it, I don't recall seein' one person who ever frowned ... in the whole time I was in that town. Must be a happy bunch of people, livin' here. Must be the kinda town, that grows on ya. I know one thing... most folk - eat somewhere else. Tucker trudged to the men's room. The waitress in the pink dress shimmied up to me.

"Ya know, Thursdays... we got 'naked bowling' here. It's much, more fun!" She smiled. "And I don't know why, y'all wanna eat here. It's my night off tomorrow. If ya want, I can show you where I go. It's way better. And they serve ribs."

I looked down, at my cold burger and fries. And then, back up... into her green eyes. I love... ribs! But what's that thing she said, about 'naked bowling' ?

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So...
What's the point of this story? Naked bowling? Small towns? Civic pride? I need a new job? Who knows?
Whatcha y'all gonna have for dinner?

Why am I, still talkin' in this accent?

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