Thursday, March 24, 2011

Honk, Honk

Yesterday seven of us geezers decided to have breakfast at Jack's Whittier Restaurant, which is located on Whittier Bouelvard in -- you guessed it -- Whittier, California. The food was good, but it's what happened after we left that I want to tell you about.

The thing is, as Ryan and I returned to JJ's Coffee Shop in his truck, people would honk at us. I would smile and wave, but couldn't figure out why people kept honking.

When we got back to JJ's we found a large sign taped to the back of the truck. It said, "Honk twice if we look gay."

Ryan decided to wreak his revenge on Frank, whose wide grin told us he'd been the one to plaster the sign on Ryan's truck. After Frank went into JJ's, Ryan and I pulled the sign off and pasted it onto the back of Officer Cleausseau's police car. Officer Cleausseau likes to stop in at JJ's for the occasional donut, and he was there that morning.

When he walked out to his car and found the "Honk twice" sign, he marched back into JJ's and said, "All right, Frank, what's the big idea?"

Ryan and I exited hurriedly when we saw Officer Cleausseau reaching for his tazer. I don't think Frank got tazed, but I didn't hang around long enough to find out.

. . .Oh, and did I mention that Ryan added Frank's signature to the sign?

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