It was hot and humid in the rehearsal hall where a well-known orchestra was practicing for an upcoming concert.
It was another lazy afternoon at The Scruffy Dog with a few of us regulars shooting the breeze at our unofficial table off in the corner, masochistically waiting for refills on what the Scruffy Dog’s owner generously calls coffee on his menu. Our favorite server Toni was over at the beverage station next to the kitchen pass-through window drawing a couple of cups of coffee. The bell hanging above the door tinkled and a ringing baritone voice...
Galactic Federation Survey Anthropologist Knarf reports on his impressions of a loud noisy ceremony on Earth
Galactic Federation Survey
Civilization on Planet OGC 458-03 (“Earth”)
Submitted by: Knarf, Survey Anthropologist 2nd Class
Customs and Rituals – Part IV
“Hey Pando,” Eddie called to me loudly from across our table, around which were seated various denizens comprising our local native wits, who were trying to enjoy Toni’s powerful overcooked and over-perked copper-colored liquid that she playfully lists as “coffee” on the menu of The Scruffy Dog. “Um, yes, uh, yeah, Eddie, whazzup?” I replied between sips. “You know how you’re always going on about the abysmal quality of television commercials?”...
“You fellas might remember that I was sent over to the IBM facility in Croydon, south of London” I began, as the customary reprobates were sitting around our usual table in The Scruffy Dog. Today there was Little Joe, still hiding from the sheriff, Lois, our guardian angel who helped keep the tone polite, Shortie, who worked at the Bar None ranch out of town and who was sloughing off when he was supposed to be bringing a load of feed for the...