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It was 1989. I was young, poor and semi-footloose, new to the Big City. I was a single mother, having shed at least the no-good father if not the bouncing baby boy. My dream was to make the Big Time, but to make ends meet, I worked as a sous-bartender at Miss Eddie's, a tease-em and leave-em strip bar that would let me park Junior in the dressing room, safe in the bosoms of the working girls, while I filled tubs of cherries and opened little paper umbrellas til my fingers bled. You see, Miss Eddie's was famous in the Big City, not for the quality of its dancers but for Joe the bartender's almost infinite repertoire of girly drinks. He made 'em sweet, he made 'em tall, he made 'em in pretty colors, but most of all he put in enough alcohol to make lighting a match within twenty feet of one a risk not worth taking.
Naturally, with a service like that, we had regulars. One of them was MFM. MFM was famous at Miss Eddie's, having been the one and only regular to win the Absolutely Fabulous Girly Drink Challenge, finishing off fifty of the frothy, boozy, syrupy concoctions in a single hour, a feat inspired by his hero, Cool Hand Luke. The girls loved him. He was a big tipper, especially when they did the Tag Team Bed Bath routine with the nurses' outfits and the soapy water.
Anyhoo, it was an ordinary night, the girls were tag teaming away, MFM was knocking back a Peach Vanllla Pina Colada, I was unfolding, and Joe the bartender was grenadine-measuring and shaker-twirling. Joe must have struck a spark with the shaker, because the row of girly drinks sitting in an alcohol cloud on the bar went up like napalm. Girls ran in all directions, customers beat it out the door like a herd of, well, customers. I was caught up in the rush and before I knew it I was standing outside, realizing to my horror that little Junior was back there in the dressing room, surrounded by flames.
"My baby!" I cried. "I have to save my baby!"
"Oh no you don't!" a voice boomed from within the flames, "I have saved him!"
Well, of course, it was MFM. Working fast, he had shed his pants, upended the basin of soapy water over his head and, naked and drenched, dashed through the flames to rescue Junior and deliver him safely into my arms.
He wouldn't accept any thanks or reward, but rumor has it word got around and he never had to pay for a girly drink or a tag team bed bath again. And he never has to wear pants.
We miss you, Jim.
Ptah
(33,019 posts)your smilies!
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(53,339 posts)MrScorpio
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(You started it. )
TexasTowelie
(111,894 posts)Thanks for the great story.
nolabear
(41,930 posts)You're welcome. MFM is mah muse.
dixiegrrrrl
(60,010 posts)( no one has to agree with it)
that dear MFM is seeing our postings here, and sees that we have named this place for him
( albeit too briefly, I fear).
He knows what is in our hearts
and our evil lil minds.
He knows....he surely does. .
nolabear
(41,930 posts)Fucking Immortal.
TexasTowelie
(111,894 posts)No Shirt
No Shoes
NO PANTS
No Service
sign.
Do they have floors in heaven? Jim has to be rolling on them about now!
Wounded Bear
(58,584 posts)He put most of those thoughts and emotions in there himself.
nolabear
(41,930 posts)No such thing as fiction, just truth rearranged.
bluesbassman
(19,358 posts)The old coot would've got a kick out of that story. Well done.
nolabear
(41,930 posts)nolabear
(41,930 posts)zeemike
(18,998 posts)And I am sure there are more about Jim out there to be told...and I know someone will tell another one soon...I will keep checking the MFM lounge for them.
And all of them no doubt will have girlie drinks and no pants if they are true at all.
nolabear
(41,930 posts)You fool!
zeemike
(18,998 posts)And there are more stories to come I hope.
I love them all.
I was going to tell how he took off his pants and rescued my cat out of a tree but it is pale in comparison to yours...I fixed him a girlie drink as a reward.
nolabear
(41,930 posts)zeemike
(18,998 posts)And it was a dark and stormy night...during a hurricane actually, and my cat who's name was Scooter had climbed a tree and could not get down...I did not know what to do, so I called the fire department and they just laughed at me...meanwhile Scooter was crying like a baby up in that tree.
Jim was driving by and heard the whaling and came over to see what the problem was...and quickly he took off his pants and shimmied up that tree...and as soon as Scooter saw him he stooped crying cause he knew he was saved...
Afterwords I made him a girlie dirnk...all I had was some chocolate milk and some vodka so I made him a Big Black Cow with whipped creme on top...Scooter got one too but without the vodka.
Not as impressive as your story cause it was just a cat in a tree in a storm.
nolabear
(41,930 posts)For a noble guy! Nice!
awoke_in_2003
(34,582 posts)GeorgeGist
(25,308 posts)they saw him at the BK in Kalamazoo.
malthaussen
(17,175 posts)malthaussen
(17,175 posts)It brings tears to my eyen.
-- Mal
nolabear
(41,930 posts)BlancheSplanchnik
(20,219 posts)solara
(3,836 posts)Loved it.. and I know MFM does too
nolabear
(41,930 posts)But MFM provides ample inspiration.
B Calm
(28,762 posts)nolabear
(41,930 posts)It was the secret of his charm.