Elmer locked the padlock on the rusted door of his 1983 Chevy Impala and stealthy placed the keys in his pocket. He then turned to enter the local coffee shop, Bernie’s Coffee Pot. Inside was a small, but warm space. Elmer hiked-up his blue sweat pants up over his white t-shirt and walked up to the counter. Bernie, a short and heavy middle-aged man with large glasses and a shiny head, greeted him cheerily. “Hello Elmer,” said Bernie, “how are you today?”
“Well, I’m only okay,” replied Elmer with his nasally voice. “My stomach is upset, and it kept me up half the night yesterday.”
“Oh, well that’s too bad. What can I get you to drink?”
“Well I think I want a cup of hot black coffee, although I don’t like to drink hot coffee in the morning, because it makes me sweat under my armpits,” replied Elmer has he scratched the top of his bald head.
“One cup of coffee. Have a good one,” said Bernie as he stood on his tip-toes to hand the tall Elmer his cup of morning armpit sweat. Elmer walked out through the glass door and passed a suspicious looking man entering the shop. This man wore a leather jacket and had spiked black hair. Elmer rushed to the side of his padlocked car to make sure nothing of his had been touched. Thank goodness his car was safe. Elmer reached into his pocket to pull out the key when, to his chagrin, they were not there. They must have fallen out of his sweat pants pocket when he took his wallet out to pay for his coffee. Urgh, he did not what to go into the shop while that young hooligan was there, but it looked like that was what he was going to have to do. As Elmer turned to go back into the shop he saw the black haired gangster walk over, lock the door and close the blind. Elmer knew it, these youngsters aren’t to be trusted. Now what was he supposed to do?
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