*apologies for the lack of posting recently, but I was struck by lightning, and etc.*
Captain Doobie and Goodtime Slim had just settled themselves down at the outdoor cafe to enjoy the afternoon sunshinje when their revelry was interrupted by the manager.
"Hey!" he called, "you can't sit there!"
Goodtime Slim eyed the man cooly. "And why not, pray?" he asked.
"Because it's for patrons only, that's why."
Captain Doobie gave the matter his usual amount of thought, that is to say: none.
"What's a patron?" he asked Goodtime Slim.
"It's someone who patronises," he was told.
"Oh, well, in that case, what a clever little cafe it is indeed, isn't it? Eh? Isn't it? Ooh, I could just gobble it up, I really could." Captain Doobie leveled his gaze at the manager, "now piss off."
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