I usually don’t find myself at Armand’s in Little Italy in Pittsburgh after two in the afternoon; but yesterday I did. Yesterday was a hot, sunny day in Pittsburgh. I found myself at Armand’s around six-thirty in the evening. Every seat at the bar was taken. I sat at one of the small, two seat tables against the wall. The jukebox played. The crowd laughed and talked and the booze flowed.
Someone offered to buy me a beer. He ended up sitting at my table and offered me some of his fish sandwich, because Armand’s fish sandwich is huge. I accepted and grooved to the music and enjoyed my beer and fish.
Several of the people at the bar were regulars and I had several people to talk to besides the stranger at my table who turned out to be a Vietnam War veteran. I over heard him saying so to someone when he went to talk to several women sitting at the end of the bar towards the door. (I didn’t tell him that I was a Vietnam War vet. I didn’t want to talk about the war.) Then one of the women followed him back to our table, turned her back to the bar and pulled up her jersey and bra and flashed her breasts. She did it twice. I am not making this up. The vet got up and followed the flasher to her seat and he ended up buying all the women at the end of the bar a drink and he got the phone number of the flasher. The flasher was not a young woman, but her breasts were large and looked real.
That was the kind of evening it was yesterday at Armand’s in Little Italy in Pittsburgh.
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