After a great deal of driving and trying to work my way through some terrible traffic, a couple of accident delays, and road construction, and delivering two stops, I finally pulled into a truckstop in Seymour, Indiana. There just happens to be a bar and grill called Brewskies about a block down the service road from the truckstop.
I accidentally walked in to Brewskies. Since I was there anyway I decided to have a seat at the bar. I ordered a beer, lit up a pipe, and relaxed for a bit.
During the evening a couple of ladies told me how much they liked the smell of my pipe which led to various conversations that helped pass the time.
I had a really good Brewskie burger, which is a burger topped with grilled onions, Brew City Bottle Caps (fried red and green jalapeno slices), and their "special sauce". The thing will make you sweat but tastes great!
As my back and bum hip have been killing me lately I had used my cane to walk down there. Once I got there I stashed it under the bar and out of sight. I really hate using the thing. I still view it as a sign of weakness, that's just how I am.
When I was ready to leave I put on my jacket, slung my backpack over my shoulder, and knocked the cane to the floor. I was really embarrassed when a young lady bent down and picked up the cane for me. I can't even begin to tell you how irritated that made me feel. I almost bit through the stem of my pipe.
I thanked her and made my way out of the place as quickly as I could.
I don't mind the gray in my beard nearly as much as I mind the cane. Yeah, it helps me get around when I am not feeling my best, but I despise the need for it.
I accidentally walked in to Brewskies. Since I was there anyway I decided to have a seat at the bar. I ordered a beer, lit up a pipe, and relaxed for a bit.
During the evening a couple of ladies told me how much they liked the smell of my pipe which led to various conversations that helped pass the time.
I had a really good Brewskie burger, which is a burger topped with grilled onions, Brew City Bottle Caps (fried red and green jalapeno slices), and their "special sauce". The thing will make you sweat but tastes great!
As my back and bum hip have been killing me lately I had used my cane to walk down there. Once I got there I stashed it under the bar and out of sight. I really hate using the thing. I still view it as a sign of weakness, that's just how I am.
When I was ready to leave I put on my jacket, slung my backpack over my shoulder, and knocked the cane to the floor. I was really embarrassed when a young lady bent down and picked up the cane for me. I can't even begin to tell you how irritated that made me feel. I almost bit through the stem of my pipe.
I thanked her and made my way out of the place as quickly as I could.
I don't mind the gray in my beard nearly as much as I mind the cane. Yeah, it helps me get around when I am not feeling my best, but I despise the need for it.
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