Magnus the Busboy, Part 9

Part 9

Let’s see now. I have been promised three silver dollars already. All I need is for one more of the elderly Druids to promise me a silver dollar. Then I shall have four silver dollars headed my way. That is correct. All I have to do is remind those elderly Druids, Present me, Magnus, with my silver dollars. Yepper. If just one more of those elderly Druids offers me a silver dollar later, I shall have all my elderly Druids covered. Then I shall not have to worry about which is which. I shall have all four. Ha!

Great theory Magnus. But what if one of those elderly Druids has promised you two silver dollars later. Or maybe, the same elderly Druid has promised you three, or even four silver dollars. What will you do then? How will you handle that?

Dang it!

Hmmm. Look Magnus. All those elderly Druids seem to be gravitating towards a particular table. Come along. I may need some help getting them into the chairs.

Sure enough, the elderly Druids, having selected a table, were squabbling over the seating arrangements. That’s because each of the elderly Druids had a preference for what direction they wanted to espy while dining. All desired the better view.

It took awhile, but Blodeuwedd finally convinced the elderly Druids that whichever way they were facing, something interesting might occur in that direction. Once that happened, Magnus helped each of the elderly Druids into a chair with a potentially interesting view of the premises. One of the elderly Druids though, drew Magnus aside. Young man, the elderly Druid whispered, remind me to give you a silver dollar, later.

Blodeuwedd also then drew Magnus aside. Stay here Magnus. Keep them from wandering off until I get back with the menus.

Young man. Where’s the comfort station? I need to go to the comfort station.

Aha!, thought Magnus. Here’s a potential method for telling these elderly Druids apart based on a tertiary sexual character.

Uh, down that way. See. There are signs, Boy’s Comfort Station on the left, Lady’s on the right. But you all need to stay put until the waitress gets back with the menus. OK please.

Fortunately, Blodeuwedd, in waitress mode, was not only beautiful, but efficient, too.

Here we go, menus. You all look those menus over. Now, what libations do you prefer. The house special is Silver Dollar Mead.

Is it made locally?, an elderly Druid wanted to know.

Sure is sweetie, courtesy of the WG’s bees, out in the backyard.

Young lady. I need to go to the comfort station.

Me too. I need to go. So do I. Me too.

Okie Dokie. Magnus, why don’t you show everyone the facilities. Would anyone like to order a libation before everyone heads off to the comfort stations? If so, I shall have the libations for you plus the complimentary checklists ready when you get back.

All the elderly Druids, amzingly, decided on the Silver Dollar Mead. Then, after Magnus helped them all up, everyone headed off in the general direction of the comfort stations.

Hmmm. Blodeuwedd needed to complain about her job. Mama. These elderly Druids are fixing to monopolize me. Can you handle the rest of the paying customers so I can focus on the elderly Druids?

Sure Sugar. Easy that. It’s Tuesday. Fixing to be a slow night. Be sure to recommend the creamed corn.

Got it. Creamed corn.

Meantime, Magnus was pretty sure he was fixing to learn the various sexes of the elderly Druids eventually. Ha! Two of each, maybe. But then Magnus realized that for all practical purposes, the data he had acquired, did him no good. Dern it!

The return trip from the comfort station to the table took awhile. All the freshened up elderly Druids needed to explore on the way back to the table. Magnus, charged with bossing the drive, felt stress along the trail. Great was the stress encountered by Magnus. But anon, all the elderly Druids were reseated, occupied with delicious meads, menus, and the blessed checklists. Plus, happily, the regular paying customers were filtering in. Anon, Magnus, wheelbarrow at the ready, resumed his usual, low stress routine.