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SRV spoke to Jim Morrison in heaven and said that just up the road from the "No Name Inn" with vacancy at the beginning of the video was a coffee shop with a yellow and red sign. Jim Morrison contacted Wayne Campbell in a dream before Aerosmith played the gig in Aurora, Illinois, and communicated the story. Wayne told, my neighbor's sister's cousin thrice removed who then placed a small written message on to the ankle of a pigeon.
Anyhow, in that coffee shop SRV would usually try to balance salt on the edge of the shaker by pouring a pinch onto the table. Anticipation always builds up, everyone remains still. The conversational chatter declines. Whenever the salt balances, the crowd cheers!
SRV pulled into the parking lot in the gig van hoping to score a table before the rest of Double Trouble showed up. SRV slowly came to a stop just before the walkway and watched two parties of two exit the coffee shop. At the same moment a white Pontiac Grandam pulled in behind Double Trouble's gig van, SRV sat idle in the driver's chair with both driver's side window and passenger side window rolled down. The gig van A/C blew a fuse the summer previous. The first party climbed into a full size truck 75 feet to the eleven o'clock. The driver of the white Pontiac Grandam swerved around the SRV gig van nearly clipping the tail end of the vehicle, pulled in between the gig van and the exiting full size truck to block SRV from maneuvering the gig van into the parking spot.
SRV, completely baffled and shocked by the rudeness of the brazen knucklehead in the white Pontiac Grandam, looked at another party on the bench waiting for a table on Father's Day and said, "did you just see what happened? Did this guy not see me? Whaaaa?" The party's faces shook north south in acknowledgment. The driver of the white Pontiac Grandam pulled into the parking spot that SRV patiently waited.
SRV stuck his head and upper torso outside the gig van window as the driver of the white Pontiac Grandam walked behind the vehicle in smug defiance to enter the coffee shop. "Did you not see me waiting for the parking spot? I was waiting for that parking spot. Did you not see me?" SRV felt the tension escalate. SRV was scheduled to play a gig later that night at the Cactus Club.
The second party that exited the coffee shop entered the vehicle immediately next to and on the far side of the first party's vehicle which was also next to the now parking spot of the white Pontiac Grandam. SRV waited for the second vehicle to depart and pulled into the parking spot. SRV's goal was to determine the wait time to be seated for breakfast.
SRV parked the gig van and entered the establishment. The party waiting on the benches outside the establishment entered behind SRV. SRV walked up to the register and no employee or hostess was present. Fifteen standing and seated people waited for seating. SRV looked to the left and the driver, a Caucasian male, of the white Pontiac Grandam stood approximately 5'11", thin framed glasses, clean cut hair, clean shaven, light brown hair, light blue eyes, approximately two hundred pounds waited with a man in a motorized wheelchair.
SRV raised a left hand as if to salute the backwardness of the twat. SRV repeated the first question asked in the parking lot, "did you not see me waiting for that parking spot?" Then SRV looked at the driver. The man in the wheel chair glared at SRV. "Did you NOT see that I was waiting for the parking spot? The was rude, rude, rudE, ruDE, rUDE, RUDE!" No response. "How could you not see that I was waiting for that parking spot?"
"Well, you can come over here to this waiting area. And wait like everyone else."
"THAT WAS RUDE!"
"Come over here to this bench and we'll get you a sippy cup."
"Absolutely, RUDE! RUUUUUUDEE. RUUUUUUUUUUDDDDDDEEEEEHHH! YOU ARE RUUUDDE!"
The driver of the white Pontiac Grandam noticed that the entire restaurant became silent. The driver of the white Pontiac Grandam said out loud to provoke SRV to retaliate physically and so that all people within ten feet of the conversation could hear, "you are the reason, Joe Biden is elected. Is that all you can say?"
The man in the motorized wheelchair fastened his gaze on the driver of the white Pontiac Grandam.
SRV paused. "How does who I vote for have anything to do with you stealing the parking spot I was waiting for. You are just rude." SRV folded his arms. A moment later, SRV heard the chatter of the coffee shop begin to pick up. SRV turned around and walked outside to wait for Double Trouble.
SRV stood outside at the front end of the gig van waiting for Double Trouble. The party waiting on the benches outside approached SRV. The man lead. The man stuck out his right hand. "You are a good person. We saw what happened. I'm Mike. This is my wife Jennie." Jennie attested, "yes, we saw all of it." SRV shuck the man's hand.
SRV asked at the moment Double Trouble drove up with Twisted Sister's brood, "did that person make a comment about Joe Biden and who I vote for."
"Shelley's Cafe." Double Trouble drove off.
"Yes." The man outside repeated the comment by the driver of the white Pontiac Grandam. The man's wife said to SRV, "Happy Father's Day."
"Thanks. Happy Father's Day to you too.'"
Anyhow, in that coffee shop SRV would usually try to balance salt on the edge of the shaker by pouring a pinch onto the table. Anticipation always builds up, everyone remains still. The conversational chatter declines. Whenever the salt balances, the crowd cheers!
SRV pulled into the parking lot in the gig van hoping to score a table before the rest of Double Trouble showed up. SRV slowly came to a stop just before the walkway and watched two parties of two exit the coffee shop. At the same moment a white Pontiac Grandam pulled in behind Double Trouble's gig van, SRV sat idle in the driver's chair with both driver's side window and passenger side window rolled down. The gig van A/C blew a fuse the summer previous. The first party climbed into a full size truck 75 feet to the eleven o'clock. The driver of the white Pontiac Grandam swerved around the SRV gig van nearly clipping the tail end of the vehicle, pulled in between the gig van and the exiting full size truck to block SRV from maneuvering the gig van into the parking spot.
SRV, completely baffled and shocked by the rudeness of the brazen knucklehead in the white Pontiac Grandam, looked at another party on the bench waiting for a table on Father's Day and said, "did you just see what happened? Did this guy not see me? Whaaaa?" The party's faces shook north south in acknowledgment. The driver of the white Pontiac Grandam pulled into the parking spot that SRV patiently waited.
SRV stuck his head and upper torso outside the gig van window as the driver of the white Pontiac Grandam walked behind the vehicle in smug defiance to enter the coffee shop. "Did you not see me waiting for the parking spot? I was waiting for that parking spot. Did you not see me?" SRV felt the tension escalate. SRV was scheduled to play a gig later that night at the Cactus Club.
The second party that exited the coffee shop entered the vehicle immediately next to and on the far side of the first party's vehicle which was also next to the now parking spot of the white Pontiac Grandam. SRV waited for the second vehicle to depart and pulled into the parking spot. SRV's goal was to determine the wait time to be seated for breakfast.
SRV parked the gig van and entered the establishment. The party waiting on the benches outside the establishment entered behind SRV. SRV walked up to the register and no employee or hostess was present. Fifteen standing and seated people waited for seating. SRV looked to the left and the driver, a Caucasian male, of the white Pontiac Grandam stood approximately 5'11", thin framed glasses, clean cut hair, clean shaven, light brown hair, light blue eyes, approximately two hundred pounds waited with a man in a motorized wheelchair.
SRV raised a left hand as if to salute the backwardness of the twat. SRV repeated the first question asked in the parking lot, "did you not see me waiting for that parking spot?" Then SRV looked at the driver. The man in the wheel chair glared at SRV. "Did you NOT see that I was waiting for the parking spot? The was rude, rude, rudE, ruDE, rUDE, RUDE!" No response. "How could you not see that I was waiting for that parking spot?"
"Well, you can come over here to this waiting area. And wait like everyone else."
"THAT WAS RUDE!"
"Come over here to this bench and we'll get you a sippy cup."
"Absolutely, RUDE! RUUUUUUDEE. RUUUUUUUUUUDDDDDDEEEEEHHH! YOU ARE RUUUDDE!"
The driver of the white Pontiac Grandam noticed that the entire restaurant became silent. The driver of the white Pontiac Grandam said out loud to provoke SRV to retaliate physically and so that all people within ten feet of the conversation could hear, "you are the reason, Joe Biden is elected. Is that all you can say?"
The man in the motorized wheelchair fastened his gaze on the driver of the white Pontiac Grandam.
SRV paused. "How does who I vote for have anything to do with you stealing the parking spot I was waiting for. You are just rude." SRV folded his arms. A moment later, SRV heard the chatter of the coffee shop begin to pick up. SRV turned around and walked outside to wait for Double Trouble.
SRV stood outside at the front end of the gig van waiting for Double Trouble. The party waiting on the benches outside approached SRV. The man lead. The man stuck out his right hand. "You are a good person. We saw what happened. I'm Mike. This is my wife Jennie." Jennie attested, "yes, we saw all of it." SRV shuck the man's hand.
SRV asked at the moment Double Trouble drove up with Twisted Sister's brood, "did that person make a comment about Joe Biden and who I vote for."
"Shelley's Cafe." Double Trouble drove off.
"Yes." The man outside repeated the comment by the driver of the white Pontiac Grandam. The man's wife said to SRV, "Happy Father's Day."
"Thanks. Happy Father's Day to you too.'"
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