This morning I'm a little late getting to the cafe. I ask if the competition pays him to come in here and ruin folks' appetites with those ugly hairy things.
Gene pretends to be shocked.
I ask as I set down my cup and reach for a chair. Amos says I shouldn't ask because I wouldn't believe it anyway. Cal says it's the sorriest story he's heard in all his 75 years. Gene pulls down the leg of his jeans, grins, and sits. Gene's a newcomer, only been here about a year.