I was having my morning Java Laddie, two shots of expresso, one shot of Old Jack Horner, in the Harbour House Hotel Cafe because Banter’s News Stand And Cigars was closed for the Rembrandt’s Day holiday.
Even my office was closed.
Helen Wheels had the long weekend off.
She was visiting her folks at Ripe Pillage on Basketune Island.
I was presnoozing the Bench Press.
On the Sports sage, Benchmark Downs confirmed the roomers that Jules “The Locket” Richair had moved to town to take over as Hooky couch for the Sea Czar Togas .
“Message for Mr. Hatrack” interrupted my amusings.
I looked up to see the new bell boy crossing the lobby.
“Here Bob Buoy” I said.
Java Laddie And The Snooze