"Shirl says I might get a shot at the upstairs bar when it opens."Scott poured the liquid concoction into a glass."Garnish with an orange slice and a ...araschino cherry." I hope that's okay," he said as he handed the glass to her."You did great. Nice meeting you," she said."See you around," he replied. He enjoyed watching her walk away, but he had the thought that Shirl might not appreciate him poaching from the staff. He turned his attention back to the bottle cooler and finished stocking. He. Bob Ritter had been driving home from work late one night when a drunken driver crossed the centerline and hit his car head-on. He never had a chance. The police said that the other car had been traveling at almost one hundred miles per hour.The funeral was difficult for everyone. Bob and Sue's relatives flew in from around the country and were a big help to Tommy and his mother. However, when the funeral was over, she and Tommy had to go home and deal with the loss alone. The accident changed. Anyway I was thinking...“Keep your feet off the pedals!”Well ... that stopped that. Derailed my train of thought, he did.Watching him work the pedals and the yoke, I saw movement on the rear of the wings. Huh? How about that?He moves the yoke and pieces of the wing move too. Hope they don’t fall off. Then he threw a switch, or a lever and the whole damn front of the wing slid forward ... I grabbed the half-moon grab ... yoke. I realized that he couldn’t fly the airplane with me holding on.“I’m. There’s nothing salacious about his job, which is not really as the towel boy, at least, not in the locker room. The team meets there before games and occasionally on practice days, and Coach has laid down the law to us about always being fully dressed in the portion of the locker room in which he is permitted.”“I’ll have to take up soccer.”We all looked at Brittany, whose face had gone a little pinker than usual.She smiled around, then said, “Brett, I’m just kidding. I’m definitely not an.