Chapter Two: Tony
More accurately, Tony’s dog, but background is necessary.
Tony was the affable maintenance guy for the apartment complex, a fellow balcony dweller located one floor below Tom & I (see Chapter One). Tony was also a “fish out of water” South Beach transplant which meant that we were friends. A Jersey ex-pat, he was all pick-up truck & mullet hold out with a huge smile and no apologies. A helluva’ nice guy. I became friends with him and his girlfriend and was charmed & tickled when they adopted their gorgeous, white, stunning, German Shepard.
It’s important to mention here that our apartment building was above a very popular sushi restaurant, the original “Sushi Rock Café”. Tony’s unit/balcony was just one floor above the outdoor dining area whereas Tom & I’s were two levels up. That said, this particular (and final) tale of balcony life is short but oh so worthy of inclusion!
As we often did, Tom and I were comfortably sitting and chatting on our 3rd floor adjacent balconies when our conversation was suddenly interrupted by a LOUD commotion from below. A fast and furious frenzy of loud exclamations were accompanied by the clashing and crashing of glassware & silverware, quickly followed by a shouting match that somehow included Tony one floor below.
DOH! WHAT is going ON? Inquiring minds want to know!
Of course, Tom & I leapt to attention in rapid synchronicity of full on “nosy neighbor” mode, peering together over our perch from above and oh…..it was so much better than anything we could have imagined! You see, Tony’s poster boy Shepard, fully embracing and reflecting his Jersey Daddy’s attitude regarding his South Beach surroundings, had given in to the fact that he just simply had to GO. But, truly, how could Tony be mad? His regal, furry companion didn’t go to the bathroom in the apartment. He didn’t even pee on the balcony. No, he was a good boy! Instead he peed right over the railing….and right on to the diners below.
Don’t forget to tip your server!