Email This Post HomeHumorDropping a Dime Amy Vansant November 8, 2011 Humor, Literary Humor 8 Comments First published in Hobo Pancakes Humor Journal I caught him red-handed. “Sorry Joe, but I’m going to have to drop a dime on ya,” I told him. The man looked at me with fear on his mug. He tried to play it off like confusion, but it was fear, or my name isn’t Sam Slade. “Come with me, kid,” I said. “Your number is up.” “I was just taking an extra towel for my son at the pool…” said the guy, his face covered in more guilt than a religious statue. Sure, for that comment to make sense I mean gold “gilt” not “guilt,” but aurally speaking, it made sense in my internal monologue. Either way, I wasn’t about to take any lip from this palooka. “Sorry, pal, but I’m the house dick.” “The house what?” he asked, playing the boob. He tilted his head and gave me the eye. “Aren’t you hot in that jacket? It’s like 90 degrees out here.” I scoffed and pulled the belt around my trench a little tighter. “Clam up, or I’ll be fitting YOU for a Chicago overcoat, if you get what I mean.” The man shook his head. “No, honestly, I have no idea what you mean.” “Look you,” I said, trying to keep my temper. “I said I’m the hotel’s new house dick.” This egg stared at me like I’d lost my mind. What a maroon. I tried a different tack. “I’m an Op, a Peeper, you know, a Shamus! And I’m going to have to drop a dime on you for glomming the extra towel. The sign clearly states ‘one per guest.’ ” I grabbed the schmuck’s arm and led him away from the pool, straight into the lobby of the hotel. I started to give him the third, but he yanked his arm out of my paw. “Don’t make me pull out my bean shooter,” I warned him. Again, the nance’s face clouded over with fear disguised as confusion. “Your what?” he asked. “Look, freak, I needed a towel for my son, so I took one.” “Exactly. And now that you’ve gone and done it, I’m going to have to drop a dime on you.” I looked around the lobby for a set of phone booths, but found nothing. I kicked myself for not checking in with the boss on the location of the horns in the event I needed to drop a dime on someone. Finally, I found one near the bathrooms, but it only took quarters. Since when did it take eight cups of joe to call the bulls? “You got some quarters on you?” I asked the guy. He’d begun to shiver from the cold. “Are you kidding me?” he asked. “I’m in swim trunks.” I froze, unsure of my next move. ‘Dropping a quarter’ on the guy just didn’t have the same ring. “Get a cell phone, asshole,” said the guy. “Until then, I’m going back out to the pool with my son.” I was behind the eight ball on this pinch. The guy turned and stormed off towards the pool. I let him go. In the old days, I would have played that daisy a little chin music, but I just wasn’t the man I used to be. I pulled out a gasper and lit it, deep in thought. “I’m sorry, sir, you can’t smoke in here,” said the kid at the desk. I took one last drag and put the pill out on my shoe. My eyes drifted towards the hotel bar. On the square, I’ve been known to be a bit of a boozehound. It’s how I lost my last job. I thought better of it, and I made my way outside. This wasn’t the place for me. I needed to tip a few in a joint where I felt a bit more jake. About Latest Posts Amy VansantAmy Vansant is a USA Today and Wall Street Journal Best-Selling author specializing in fun, funny fiction --- even the murder mysteries. Latest posts by Amy Vansant (see all) A Free Book, a New Release, 2 99c Books…Giveaway and Deals - January 14, 2020 How’d you like to read a Pineapple Port screenplay? Cozy giveaway and deals… - January 11, 2020 Pirogi Recipe, Giveaway & Deals - January 1, 2020 8 Responses Lance November 8, 2011 Do ya know how ta whistle? I need to know about your getaway sticks. Are they long and dangerous like a black widow spider? I’m all outta Lucky’s. Maybe the the soda jerk across the street will loan me a burner. 0 likes Reply Amy Vansant November 8, 2011 Lance, ya dirty rat. 0 likes Reply Carrie - Cannibalistic Nerd November 8, 2011 God, I love old school lingo. This was great! Have you seen Double Indemnity? I’ve tried very hard to bring “Suppose I…” back, but since I only talk to my dogs and cat it isn’t catching on. 0 likes Reply Amy Vansant November 8, 2011 I’ve seen all the old classics.. went through a major Bogie phase in grade school (nerd much?) My husband and I regularly talk to each other like Edward G. Robinson. “You’re gonna take the trash out, see? Yeah… “ 0 likes Reply Carrie - Cannibalistic Nerd November 9, 2011 One of my dogs’ names is Edward G. Robinson. 0 likes Amy Vansant November 9, 2011 Gotta be a pug… 0 likes Jeane November 15, 2011 I am horrible with old lingo but you, obviously, have it down to a T! I do think I might have to borrow ‘play that daisy a little chin music’ though. By the way, I am almost finished with Kid-free living essays…giggling my way through! Hoping to have a review up for you on Amazon in the next few days! 0 likes Reply Amy Vansant November 15, 2011 Thanks SO much! 0 likes Reply Leave a Reply Cancel ReplyYour email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Add me to Amy Vansant's Humor Newsletter!