With the 18-inch red glowing parking wand visible, the stout presence of Ernest stands solid in the dark boulevard wearing his fluorescent-yellow breathable safety pants with two horizontal reflective tape stripes around each leg that makes him feel god-like powerful while directing the steady flow of luxury automobiles streaming their headlights into the gated parking lot where he occasionally—just for fun—halts a shiny black Jaguar XK to a full stop to leer at the strapless twenty-something trophy sitting in the passenger seat while growling "you gotta slow down, bud-DEE" to the silver-haired captain of industry who glares at Ernest with utmost contempt.
closing time
bartender collects empties
filled with stories
bartender collects empties
filled with stories
by Jeffrey Winke
Milwaukee, Wisconsin
Milwaukee, Wisconsin
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