Yelping with Cormac: Starbucks
This here’s a latté.
A what?
A deluxe coffee, Wallace. Four dollars of brown gold.
Wallace leaned down and grabbed the cup from Madison’s hand and took a drink. He spat it out. Goddamn, he said. Tastes like a pregnant mare’s urine.
No it dont. Give it here.
Wallace wiped his face with his arm. Tastes like spent cartridges in a pickle jar.
Come on now. It aint that bad.
Wallace leaned and offered the cup to Tucker. You try it, he said.
Tucker let the bridlereins rest on the pommel and holding the cup two handed took a drink. He handed the cup back to Wallace and continued looking at the cattle and the shimmering grass and the mountains knifing into the blue canopy above. Wallace and Madison waited but the older man sat there for a while and said nothing.
Well go on, what’s it taste like, said Madison.
Tucker leaned from the saddle and spat in the tallgrass. Tastes like snake venom, he said.
This made my afternoon. Read the whole thing, twice.
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