Fifteen lousy years since that bitch tricked me. It was damn a Chinese finger trap, damned if I don’t, damned if I do. But I won, I made it and now there is no way she can stop me. Stupid medallion, it doesn’t even roll over my fingers like the ten year one. Through one finger, up the other, and around the next. Through one finger, up the other, and around the next. Why isn’t the door opening? They say they open at eleven, it’s eleven oh five. Through one finger, up the other, and around the next. I hope they are still in business. Damn it! Why is this coffee this hot? I swea— Finally, look at this little round boy. Holy crap, is that what a twenty one year old looks like today? He is like a pear with the face of a baby. Oh my god, his feet are even cocked. No fucking way, is that a ring? I remember when you had to be in shape to get women. Through one finger, up the other, and around the next.
“Good morning sir, sorry I’m a little late.”
“Oh it isn’t a problem. I just walked up a second ago. You have a wonderful storefront here… I remember when this place was only half the size. Looks like you expanded.” Why are his eyes so small?
“Yea, my dad expanded it about fourteen years ago… yea… fourteen.” Why are you poking your head out of the doorway? Move to the side fat boy. “Wonderful weather we are having for the middle of summer. Smell that crisp air, can only get that with a cold front and a fresh downpour.” Will he move his bulbous body so I can get inside? What the hell is this?
“Sure is wonderful! Haven’t seen weather like this in three years. Beautiful clouds, fresh rain, and that thunder last night, oh my!” Remain calm, through one finger, up the other, and around the next. “So, got anything on special?”
“That’s a nifty looking coin!” Fat boy! I asked you a question.
“I am very proud of it… represents a lot in my life… and that’s all.” God, I can’t wait to see her face. She should have the grandkids over by now.
“If you need any help, just ask!” I already asked for help, you little piss-ant.
“No problem, should only take me a second.” Gotta love this town, damn whiskey aisle is the same as ten years ago. My brand! Everything is coming up Charlie today. Through one finger, up the other, and around the next.
“That all sir?”
“Yes, thank you!”
I remember that smug face when she got me: Bet you can’t go fifteen years without a drink! Man, she even spit on my—
“Sir… Sir?”
“Yes?” Fat boy! What the hell do you want?
“You forgot your coin!”
“Keep it, I don’t need it anymore.” Yea, because I fucking beat her.