At one coffee place, the waiter told me about Bev Doolittle.
That's her piece above. Sioux and Comanche toward Custer.
Well, that's what we figure and all. Make the paint, we gather.
At any rate, pretty good "action figures" for the boys, you see.
So I move to another place for the breakfast rush.
They're getting swamped and holding they're own OK.
When, all of a sudden, from out of nowhere... sitting alongside the service area, in front of the counter, up against the window as an R.C. guy (collared) approached across the room. He was laying hands on a girl he was with as they placed their order. Then another girl cozied up. As they waited for their "beverages" they chortled and flirted with each other. It was pathetic, you see.
As they got the outrageously marked up drinks and wandered away, I said to myself, "He's pimpin' the ladies." Then, turning... "No - womans."
Had my camera but no shot; 4th Amendment, you see.
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