Good Morning Blameless Ones,
The older I get, the more difficult it becomes to admit my frailties and not blame others for my shortfalls. Sadly our association at Dewey’s has been witnessing this first hand with our beloved Poo. It’s been painful to watch. It’s like seeing the cherished family dog slowly die. At first it’s intermittent and we tend to ignore the malady hoping it will go away, but knowing full well it’s the beginning of the end. The poor creature gets feeble and has difficulty getting excited about chasing the pussy next door.
This is often followed by incessant drooling while trying to bark or mark his territory before getting lost for hours. Blaming those only trying to help is indicative of losing touch and a desperate cry for help.
The following is a note from Zeke, one of our bar tender at Dewey’s. For those of you not familiar with NTN bar trivia this may be a little obtuse. But in essence it’s like most games; answering questions correctly with the right amount of speed and dexterity. Enjoy:
“I don’t have anyone else’s address, but this might be funny to you NTN fools…
So, Poo sits at my bar last night as y’all slowly filtered out one by one and keeps drinking beer and amazingly, even though it doesn’t seem feasible, is slurring even worse than he usually does. He gets waxed by Devoid on one game, and vows he will win the next game, as I sit there and try to figure out how he is seeing let alone reading. The next game is the Trivia Pursuit game, and I help him on several questions as I continued to pour drinks and work while he barely stays in 2nd place. We get to the part where you assign points and a Madonna question comes up that I mess up for him. He has a temper tantrum and starts saying I lost the game for him and that he had 4000 points assigned to entertainment (whatever). What he fails to address is that he TOTALLY whiffs, not even guessed it late with 2 options left, on a history question 2 questions later. I believe it was something to the effect of a king losing power during the English Civil Wars and it ended up being Charles 1- in effect a “Jerry” question. He has a chance to catch Devoid, who “beat” him on the Madonna question, continues to bitch at me about how I lost it for him. Moral to the story is that he loses the game by 150 points and blames me. He mumbles and stumbles out of the bar and into the dark to locate his little green coupe.”
As we enjoy the change of seasons let’s take a minute to acknowledge our collective health and cognitive abilities, and say a prayer for our good friend Poo.
Don’t fall down,