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Slow days at the coffee shop

By Gerre Joiner | Published Saturday, January 28, 2017
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Things move kind of slowly during the period between Christmas and the first of the year. Especially for the guys at the coffee shop.

Gerre Joiner

Gerre Joiner

It’s not uncommon to hear one man ask, “What are you going to do today?”

Among witty responses are these:

  • “I’m taking the day off today.” From a man who doesn’t do anything (ever), this is funny.
  • “I’m not going to do anything today. I didn’t get finished not doing anything yesterday.”

Among the more interesting stories in the past few days were these:

  • Ross Mueller told the story of a bicyclist friend whom he invited to hold on to his 1943 coup as they made their way toward Mosheim. They both wondered how fast was fast enough.

The bicycle and the car reached 80 miles per hour when the bicycle started to “shimmy” a bit under the rider. Both boys thought this was the end of the rider.

Ross yelled, “No matter what, don’t turn loose of this car.”

He slowed down, and the pair finished the trip to Mosheim. A few years later, it was discovered that this was the day the guy on the bike devoted his life to Christian service on the foreign mission field. (I made up that last part.)

  • Ross was on a roll that day. He provided information regarding folks who take a developing bird embryo, boil it and eat it from the shell. I looked him in the eye and told him I thought he was kidding.

He said, “Nope. It’s a real thing.”

I looked it up on Google. It’s called “balut.” Pictures of this messy food make one wonder, “Who was the first person to crack an egg, see this mess and seriously consider eating it?”

Another interesting tidbit: Ross probably hasn’t been out of Wise County in three years. How did he know about some obscure food eaten by folks in the Philippines? I guess he’s smarter than he looks.

Every once in a while, one of our guys with time on his hands will say, “Let’s go somewhere. Let’s do something just because we can.”

  • One day three of us went to Muenster to buy meat at Fischer’s store. What a great little town is Muenster. Looks like the Texas version of a well-manicured little German community. We ate lunch and came home in time for my nap.
  • On another day, we left the coffee shop and drove the Old Denton Highway toward Stoney. We were all entertained (especially me) as the old guys debated “who used to own that place” and “who inherited that place.” We got back in time for lunch and a nap.
  • I needed to go to Sam’s in Denton one day. I asked Ross Mueller and Kenneth Hunt to go with me. We arrived at the store and found an electric shopping cart on which Ross rode. I got what I needed. Kenneth bought a few items. Ross was flirting with the ladies while he rode on his little cart. (I made up that last part.) We returned just in time for lunch and a nap.

I should probably correct something I wrote earlier in this column. I first wrote that Ross hadn’t been out of Wise County in three years. I’m just now remembering the Denton trip. He still gets calls from some of those Sam’s employees. They think he’s cute. (I made up that whole thing.)

Time for my nap.

Gerre Joiner is a semi-retired church musician and has lived in Decatur since 1999.

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