He thought that Teddy should either fix the damn thing or throw it out. The buzzing was a pain in the ass. But Teddy was partial to Miller and sold a lot of it. Everybody seemed to want to drink Miller these days, everybody but him and Ed. It called itself the Champagne of Bottled Beers but to him it tasted like panther piss.
Weak panther piss at that.
He wasn't going to kick a cat but trashing a neon sign probably would suit his mood exactly. Except hecouldn't do that to Teddy. Teddy was hooked on panther piss and they paid him to hang the sign. We worked like hell on that one, Charlie. You know we did.