Tony at the Red Line Tap. « Fred Klonsky

Tony at the Red Line Tap. « Fred Klonsky:

Tony at the Red Line Tap.

by Fred Klonsky

“Jeez, it’s cold,” I said to nobody in particular.
Marty looked over from the cash register.
“Know what, honey,” I said. “Give me some of your Paulaner Brauhaus Hefeweizen from Shanghai.”
“No problem,” said Marty. “If you say ‘please’ and don’t call me ‘honey.’”
“Yes m’am,” I said and winked.
“Don’t wink,” she said.
“Okay,” I mumbled.
Tony turned halfway from his stool. “Where you been hiding?”