The Christians conducted a hostile takeover of the Breakfast Club this morning.
It started just as the minister of whichever church it was called for the Benediction.
"Let's go," the wife said to her husband or the husband said to his wife.
Then after celebrating Jesus rising from the dead ... like the sun rises from the sea ... all hell broke loose.
There was a mad dash from the Pier to the Club.
Christians trampled Christians ... food was involved.
Sitting there sipping coffee, I watched Jodee hide the eggs.
"Isn't that what you're supposed to do on Easter," he asked?
If Jesus planned his resurrection today, I suppose that Brunch would be involved. Mimosas and Bloody Marys would be served. There would be Hollendaise sause.
"Can you get us cigarettes," Val asked. "It's gonna be a long day."
Nodding, I took the money and walked outside. A line stretched down the block and I broke through it to get my bicycle then coasted to the store.
"Happy Easter Rev," Jackie said as I entered. "Who you buying for?"
"Happy Easter Babe," I replied, "Val, Ryno" and as soon as I called the names she jerked them from the shelve and threw them on the counter.
Back at the Breakfast Club, hell was still breaking loose.
The line was longer.
The sun has risen.
