Old Ernie's

My cab I had was a real old one that smelled like somone'd just tossed his cookies in it. The cab driver was called Horwitz. He was nicer than the other one. We got talking so I asked him about the ducks in winter. He kept turning around in his chair and calling me stupid. Anyway we got to old Ernie's and I had to wait like an hour to get this crummy seat behind this pole. The ones you have to climb into. Anyway, I got my second favorite drink a scotch and soda. Then all of a sudden one of D.B.'s old girlfriends came along and said hi, in the phoney way people do. She was with some navy guy. I talked as little as possible and then left as soon as possible to get back to the hotel.