Gotta put myself back in that place again [Verse 1] Well, when you're down on your luck And you ain't got a buck In London you're a goner Even London Bridge Has fallen down And moved to Arizona Now I know why
C.: Hey, d.c. What are you doing now?
d.: I am sitting at my favorite restaurant waiting to place my take-out order. I am busy trying to get my two manuscripts ready to send out, and I wanted to eat something that did not take a lot of time to prepare. Eudora is out of town on business, so I am eating by myself. Are you still standing outside of the hotel, waiting to be cleared to go back in because you were saying the “b” word so much?
C.: Now I am at the local police station. They think I may know something about a bomb being planted in the hotel. They did not find anything on their seep through the hotel, but they still want to question me. This was the one phone call I was allowed. Since I didn’t want to worry Mom and Dad (and they don’t know that I can talk) I called you.
d.: I don’t know anything about the laws in Canada, and I am next up. Hold on and let me put in my order.
Counter worker: Good evening, sir or madam. How are you doing on this lovely evening? And how may I be of service to you?
d.: Well, I may need some help ordering. I come here all the time, but I went to my doctor yesterday and she put me on a special diet. I am looking for something that is low fat, sugar-free, and gluten-free and I am trying to avoid starch and animal protein as much as possible, but I am not a vegetarian. My doctor told me to avoid dark green leafy vegetables whenever I can. Also, I do not like seafood of any kind, and I am very hungry. What do you suggest I eat?
C.W.: very well, sir, that is one LARGE glass of ice water, coming right up!
d.: (heavy sigh) I guess I will be drinking a LOT of water from now on!
“Cal.E, just be patient. I will look up the law about bomb threats in Canada and get back to you. I will call you back tomorrow if they will let you have your phone.”
C.: Email me what you come up with, d.c. It is chow time now, and it smells delicious to me! Yum, sauerkraut and liverwurst sandwiches! I may never leave this place!
d.: (Truer words were never spoken).
Buddy Bones: Curses! Foiled again! My only hope is for Ralph to stop playing his bass and stop packing for London, England. The hint was London, Ontario! I need him to get busy and find finding the loot!
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