The Drink’s Not On Me
“Why don’t we just meet at Wet Willy’s at one o’clock?” I asked
“That sounds like a plan to me,” Richard said. “I’m sure some of the other guys will be there already.”
Richard Cartwright and his lovely wife Vicky usually spend two or three months visiting San Pedro each year. Since there are always a lot of people around we hardly ever get a chance to talk. That’s why we decided to meet with some of our guitar picking friends for drinks.
“Hey, Dennis,” Gary Kroeker said, when I walked in. “Come help Richard and I settle an argument.”
“What is the argument about?”
“We’re talking about adventure versus planning everything out,” Richard said. “All my life
I’ve planned things out to the last detail. I’m a believer in getting all the facts and knowledge of a situation together before acting. You need a strategy.”
Gary said, “I believe that if you never act impulsively you will miss a lot of the best things in life.”
“I’ll show you how planning and strategy works,” Richard said.
He turned to a little Chinese guy who stood next to him at the bar drinking a beer.
“Hey,” Richard said. “Do you know any of those martial arts things like Ju Jitsu or karate?”
“No.”
“How about kung fu?”
“No! I don’t know none these kind of thing!” the Chinese guy answered. “Why hell you ask me this? You mus be prejudice big time. Is it cos I Chinee?”
Richard said, “No, you little jerk. It’s because you’re drinking my beer.”
