THAT WAYNE MIYATA'S "CUP AND SINKER" SURE IS A NICE PLACE.
I'm beginning to feel like one of the boys already. I'm even prepared to order my
personalized coffee mug, except I'm not sure what name to use. Maybe I'll have
Mr.Miyata use Kahuna but I'm not sure. Saturday morning's are quiet, dampness settles above the parking lot, seagulls jockey for position. You can smell
the hot roasted java, and the sinkers are loaded with crumbs. Waikiki Pete was
about to unravel a yarn about him and Tarzan Smith at Corona del Mar in the
late thirties. Mr.Miyata made sure everyone's coffee mug was filled to the brim.
Suddenly, out of nowhere, a '56 Chevy comes racing across the parking lot, hell bent
for leather, lays a broody directly in front of us, hits the curb, bounces back a step,
throws open the door revealing a screaming two year old, it's face bright red.
The Chevies driver, short, overweight, County Jail bald cut, swearing at the his hijo,
"Ciete, hijo, ciete! Low rider grabs the kid, the diaper bag, heads to the table two
feet away, flops hijo on the table, undoes the Pamper realising this horrible stench
right beside us, exposing this massive dump squishing around hijo's rear end,
sees the hose Mr.Miyata uses to squirt off his patio. takes the nozzle aiming
cold water all over hijo. The father rolls the dump like it were a burrito and tosses
it in the trash can right beside Tennis Shoe Ernie,sitting opposite me. All this is
going down at 6:00 AM this morning. Father with out saying a word, grabs hijo,
throws both him and the diaper bag in car, and lays a patch outta' there. I have a feeling the old timers were truly shocked. They sat there,jaws dropping, literary speechless unkowingly inhaling the disgusting fumes from hijo's "burrito". Manana's Dia de Madre, I'm going back to 'Nofre to see if I'm still welcome. I know I will be.
TUBESTEAK/P.U.