BILL CADY Word Count: 149,227 - At My Friend's Place

Bill Cady, The Early Years … by Bill Cady 191
feed him first. He turned up his nose at one of his sandwiches. It freaked me out. The
damned dog hasn‟t eaten hardly anything all day, and he‟s turning away food? What the
hell‟s going on?
I tried another of his sandwiches, then the third one. Same thing.
More than a little concerned, I offered him one of mine. No dice.
Okay, now I‟m pissed. I went back inside. The girl at the counter who first
waited on me was still there. I told her what happened, and she just rolled her eyes. I
could see what she did with her paycheque. Those eyes, as an example, had around
eighty bucks worth of green mascara, and her eyebrows, nose and ears held a good
hundred dollars worth of paste jewelry, all firmly planted in the skin. She‟d saved a great
deal on dental, too, since most of her teeth were rotted away, unusual for a girl who
probably wasn‟t yet even twenty.
I demanded my money back.
She tried to refuse, saying I took the food outside.
I pointed out three were for the dog, who wasn‟t allowed inside, and that was
good, since he‟d probably bite me if I tried to make him come in. It made sense, since
that hungry dog couldn‟t stand the smell of their rotten food.
She started crying, and a Mexican guy around twenty or so came from a table and
held her. The manager, a skinny white guy in his 30s, came to see what all the fuss was
about. I was getting a bit pissed, and it more than likely showed in my tone of voice.
When I‟d explained it all again, he gave in and refunded my money. I told him thanks
and walked out. As soon as I stepped outside, the Mexican who‟d been hugging that girl
was waiting for me. Him, and two other Mexicans. They all looked pissed.
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