Friday, February 06, 2004

Observed Buying Lunch

After visiting with my co-conspirator, in exercising my duty to limit the amount of “enforced exaction” of my monies, I drove through what would be classified as the “inner city” of Grand Rapids, Michigan.  Our patriotic endeavor had instilled a hunger in me for classic Americana victuals, so I pulled into one of the “inner city” mom and pop rib cribs to sample their wares.

Mom and pop businesses are typically my favorite places to spread my dollars, and I wasn’t disappointed with the heaping helping of rib tips, fries and slaw the rib joint served up to satisfy my hunger.  With apologies to the Colonel, it was finger lickin good eatin.

What I mostly enjoyed though, during my short visit, was one particular sign mom and pop had posted.  They had the standard signs, “No Smoking,” “No Cell Phones,” and “In God We Trust Everyone Else Pays Cash.”  They also had, in deference to their location and the gangstas swaggering around, “Only 3 Young’uns in the Store at a Time.”  But the sign that got me going was this, “Pull Up Your Pants While in the Rib Crib.”  And the best thing about this, was, when a couple of gangstas sauntered in, pants down to their knees, ignored the sign and attempted to order.  Mom, standing behind the counter, steps up as if to take their order, and says, “Boys, if youse is going to get something to et, get them pants pulled up.”  They meekly complied.

Posted by John Venlet on 02/06 at 11:50 AM
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