Champagne and Sunflowers

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In Galveston, Texas, you can’t always tell
the millionaires from the homeless, so
savvy businesses don’t assume the
slovenly won’t spend.

All the same,
The Sunflower Cafe is for
the relatively well-heeled,
serving a quiet Sunday brunch
for the sophisticated,
the students and professors,
the artists and seafarers.

So, see, the hostess was
always going to be polite
to the disheveled and slightly
drunk man who stooped up to
the doorstep on a Sunday morning
to ask If they were serving alcohol.

“Yes, sir,” she smiled,
“We have mimosas today.”

“Mimosa? What’s that?”

“It’s champagne with orange juice.”

“Champagne and orange juice! What the Hell?”

And with that, he shuffled off shaking his head
with more than a tinge of judgment for
the poor fools who knew what to do with
neither champagne nor orange juice.

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Randy Horton

Fri 20th Nov 2020 15:55

Thank you, Paul.

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Randy Horton

Fri 20th Nov 2020 13:54

Thanks very much.

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Philipos

Fri 20th Nov 2020 13:53


Refreshingly different RH, and with a touch of deadpan irony.

Welcome indeed to WOL.

Look forward to reading more of your stuff.

P

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