Boudreaux Has Trouble with a Tourist

It’s been ages since we checked in with Boudreaux, and of course, that’s won’t do. So, yesterday I called down to the Big Easy and asked our favorite Cajun what kind of mischief he’d been stirring up lately. Boudreaux said he’d been keeping his nose out of trouble but I told him that was hard to believe.

I guess that jogged his memory, as he finally got around to telling me that he had got into a little scuffle with a rude tourist recently. FYI, Boudreaux thinks most all tourists are rude. “I’m all ears,” I said.

Boudreaux told me that he had walked into Mike Anderson’s seafood place to ask if anyone knew the number to 911—you’ll get that in a minute— when this fancy fellow in a three-piece suit overheard him and started giving him some grief. He had the nerve to mimic Boudreaux’s accent. Now, y’all know how Boudreaux feels about Yankees and especially Yankees that make fun of the way he talks—but seeing as how he’s still on probation from that last little incident, he reined himself in.

Directing his remarks to the hostess, Boudreaux told her he was looking for the owner of the car parked out front with the Illinois tag and the Great Dane in the back seat.

“That’s my car,” snapped the stranger. “Why?”

Boudreaux decided this was sweet justice. He explained to the fellow that he had some bad news for him. The Great Dane had climbed out the window and got into a scuffle with Little Bit, Boudreaux’s Chihuahua. To the surprise of the small crowd that had gathered, Boudreaux announced that Little Bit had killed his oversized opponent!

The tourist rolled his eyes. “Oh, sure,” he said. “You crazy Cajun. I guess you can explain to me just how it is that your little Chihuahua was able to kill my Great Dane?”

“Oui,” said Boudreaux, “He got stuck in hees throat!”

~Shellie