Tough Dudes

“Hey,” said one of the two big bald guys on the patio at Max’s Memphis Ribs. “More beer.” Cleon’s eyelids closed a little bit – an interesting human expression. He turned to them. “Coming right up.” He went through the back door and into the restaurant. Then: surprise. Bernie smiled at the bald guys – rough-looking dudes, I know saw: one had a neck tattoo curling up from under his collar. “Ever tasted better ribs than these?” he said, all friendly like.

The one with the tattoo didn’t even look up. The other one, the one who’d ordered the beer, shrugged and said, “Maybe.”

“Yeah?” said Bernie. “Where?”

Why was Bernie talking to these guys? Not like him at all. I stopped chewing on the bone, panted a bit.

“L.A.,” said the guy.

“You guys from there?” said Bernie.

“What is this?” said the guy. “Twenty questions?” Now the tattooed one was looking over at us, too.


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5 Responses to “Tough Dudes”

  1. Diane Brodson
    3:25 am on May 14th, 2009

    Oh oh. Something's up.

  2. J. Viverov.
    6:04 am on May 14th, 2009

    what was the tattoo the one guys neck?

  3. J. Viveros.
    7:06 am on May 14th, 2009

    What was the tattoo on the one guys neck?

  4. Rebecca Rice
    10:24 am on May 14th, 2009

    Has Bernie been frustrated lately? Maybe taking it out on these guys (they'll start it, of course, because he's way smarter than they are) is his way of relieving some of that frustration. I don't know– seems like a waste of perfectly good ribs.

  5. C. Harris
    10:30 am on May 14th, 2009

    Hmmm….maybe Bernie and Chet are about to teach them some manners. This might not be a good idea but it is a good thing that Chet has Bernie's back! I bet B & C are a lot faster than the two big dudes with beer in them. There might be an extra plate of ribs in it for B & C unless the tables and chairs get smashed.

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