|Only at Gus's...|
Jenn is originally from the Netherlands and can tell you some stories about the Nazi's siege on Rotterdam. When I sit alone with her, she opens up about her younger days in Europe and here in the United States. I always enjoy our, one way, conversations.
**She shows up two or three times a morning for basically a cup of coffee. I've rarely seen her eat anything for breakfast and when someone offers to buy her a muffin or two, she says that she's already eaten earlier that morning. But when she arrives at our table, all conversation stops, and if she asks you a question, you have to yell to allow her to hear your answer. Next thing you know, everyone there eating breakfast is in on the conversation.
And if she is pissed, many an ear will be bruised, young and old alike!
"That sorry ass bastard refuses to buy a paper!"That's one cheap sonofabitch, I tell you!
Right away, we know who she is talking about! Paula, who is another consummate horse person sitting across from me, smiles. Her husband, Larry, feigns deafness and says to Jenn, "Eh?"
Naturally, she turns to Larry and repeats her comment almost word for word. Then, looks at Tracy and says..."You know what that "effin mutherfu&@??cker" did to me this morning?"
"No Jenn, what happened?" we all asked, trying not to egg on her "filthy interpretation of the owner."
"I'm reading the newspaper, that effin over priced piece of shit" that I paid for, looking at the race results and he comes over to me with that damn flyswatter!"
"Swatting flies!" she says with all the venom she could muster!.
Gus's restaurant is the only place I know that, in the summer, the owner blatantly comes out in his apron and takes out a half dozen or so.
But Gus and Jenn go way back to the beginning of the restaurant, and he always takes good care of her needs. Everyone at Gus's that knows her, looks out for her. She has to be pushing eighty and is the penultimate horse lady. Everything she does is for the horses she tends to.
"Jenn ain't got a pot to piss in," I once heard someone say. Still, Gus likes to give her a hard time.
"I told him, "Get 'da fu&@?ck out of my face with that thing!"
"I know... I know what that mutherfu&@??cker is trying to tell me!"
"Dem flies ain't nowhere to be found, till that sonofabitch comes around.
"Sonofabitch," she mubbles as she gets up from the table to pour herself another cup!
"No good, son-of-a-bitch!"
Copyright 2016/ Ben Bensen III
** More about Jenn at: http://graphicgumbo3.blogspot.com/2011/04/until-now.html