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BREAKFAST AT TIMMY’S

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If you’re looking to have breakfast in Wiarton on a Sunday morning around 9:00 AM…forget it. Nothing is open. The streets are empty. Wiarton Willie’s hometown is still asleep. So we made our way to the Timmy’s on main street for a Breakfast Sandwich.

The parking lot was full with cars, trucks, motorcycles and camper-trailers. The drive-thru line-up was bumper to bumper all the way to the street. In one corner of the parking lot, a group of seniors sat in a circle, lawn chairs beside their RVs, enjoying an outdoor brunch.

Obviously we weren’t the only ones needing our morning coffee. That was confirmed when we couldn’t get to the door – people were lined up outside waiting to get in…a usual occurrence with small-town Timmys’ that occupy prime highway real estate. When you’re the only game in town – what else can a traveler expect? Who’s complaining, though?

But, it wasn’t the lineup that surprised…more the people in it.

One in particular, a young guy, tall, lean with a shaved head drew our immediate attention. He was bare foot, naked from the waist up and from the waist down he was constantly pulling up his belt-less, too big for his thin, wasted body, jeans. His Joe Boxer underwear was in full view. You could say he was doing his best Marky Mark impersonation, but he just didn’t have the build to go with it. A cigarette dangled from his lips. And he sneered as he took great pleasure in all the stares he was getting. He was tattooed front and back with large faux Hell’s Angels eagles, skulls, daggers and whatnot. He was cocky bordering on belligerent until an OPP officer walked in. The cop just wanted coffee but he saw that he needed to straighten this young man out.

A conversation ensued; actually it was a mild confrontation, or a quiet lesson in decorum and the finer points of fashion.

Those in line began to smile. The boy left. At first he paced up and down outside looking in the window at his girlfriend. Then pulling up his pants one more time he went and sat in his car.

The officer looked straight ahead. There was just the slightest hint of a smile on his face.

Sunday morning entertainment at Timmy’s – no cover – no minimum.

Written by metropolitanhomesickblues

July 24, 2011 at 5:21 PM

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