— By Kevin Montgomery (@kevinmonty) |
What's going on here, St. Francis? Did someone spike your tofu scramble with a dose of anxiety and the curdled blood of Jeanmarie Guenot? Nothing screams “Eat here!” like the specter of a hungover 23-year-old wearing a decaying Pantera tshirt whipping the authorities into a frenzy when I take a swig of Wild Turkey at nine thirty on a Sunday morning.
Comments (3)
Oh yea, I bet the police come runnin’ for that
The way that the sign is worded makes it sounds like if the bench is seen with an alcoholic beverage, then the police will be called. That would be my defense, should it strike my fancy to have a seat with a road soda on that bench.
Put a bench on the public sidewalk, deal with the results.