“I want a grilled cheese!”
barked the stage man to his uncle.
“We’re out of cheese,”
the old man said.
“Well listen up, the truck has gas.
Go down to the store and pick some up.”
“I have no time for your petty errands.”
He was old, but his comments were fiery.
“Jesus! I’m on the shitter.
Just get the cheese.”
“Shit or get off the pot.”