STORY: Billy Frogg’s

OMAHA, NEBRASKA

“Where should we go for lunch?” MacKenzie asked as we wandered through the streets of Downtown Omaha.

“Let’s go to Billy Frogg’s!” I exclaimed, pointing it out as soon as I saw it.

“What the hell is Billy Frogg’s?”

“I don’t know. I’ve never been there. I just remember Andrew telling me about it. He said I’d really like it there.”

“Okay…” MacKenzie said reluctantly. I could tell she wasn’t into the vibe of the place. “Wait a minute. Who is Andrew?”

“He’s the Owner of Bloody Mary’s,” I said.

MacKenzie gave me a strange look.

“I thought his name was Sam.”

“It is. I just always call him Andrew instead.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know. I guess I’ve just always thought he seemed like more of an Andrew.”

“That’s weird,” she said.

“Maybe,” I said, “But at least I don’t have to worry about changing his name when I write my book.”

When we crossed the street to check the place out, some random weirdo was already parked on the patio out front. He was currently chatting up a table full of ladies who looked very annoyed.

Under normal circumstances, I totally would have stayed to get the guy’s life story. Unfortunately, MacKenzie was giving me The Look. We continued walking for another two blocks before we finally found a restaurant we agreed on.

“That guy was super creepy,” she said. “Is that what the typical clientele is like? Why would Andrew send you to a place like that?”

I giggled to myself.

“I know exactly why Andrew would suggest a place like that.”

She looked at me questioningly.

“Listen,” I said with a smirk. “You don’t just decide to buy a place like Bloody Mary’s if you don’t appreciate random weirdos wandering in during the middle of the day.”

She raised her eyebrow at me.

“I don’t get it,” she said.

“That’s why you go to Penny Lane’s.”

Neither of us said anything until the waiter arrived with our food. The subject of Andrew did not come up again.

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