Tuesday, July 21, 2015
Iowa Holiday Inn Circuit
“Our favorite second baseman is hitting .176.”
“Comes to us all! Sayonara-time.”
“Yeah. for him! But when I mentioned it to
Glasson, he seemed to equate me with the
weak player!”
“Well, he’s a little sonofabitch, and certifiable!
You and Chubby, and Earnestine built the
company! And without you alone, be bankrupt
by now!
Glasson comes in high on the hog! Pretty easy
then! AND to have his mouth now!”
“Really!"
“And another thing: without YOU...!”
Maybe his Delly too loud with this last, because
Improvs of Corn thread between the restaurant‘s
tables. Banjo, violin, bongos, castanets!
And singing
Without you
ooo-ooo
ooo-ooo
and
With with with
out out out
you you you
-- other riffs on Delly's words nearly as bright.
Even in his hurt, Mark applauds; she, as
always, blushes.
Labels: business, Holiday Inn, hurt feelings, improvisation, Iowa, motel, riff, tradition
