So the sermon at church the other day was about a buncha knuckleheads that were trying to insult Jesus by calling him Beelzebub because Beelzebub was some kinda creepy Phoenician fly god and flies are always buzzing around poop and these religious goobers thought that was a pretty good insult to hurl at Jesus and I’m pretty sure the preacher called Beelzebub the poop god and I could be wrong about that but that’s what it says in my sermon notes. My interpretation of Beelzebub and a Phoenician’s interpretation of Beelzebub may differ slightly.
The bell rang in the diner. I sat my spatula down, wiped my greasy hands on my apron and picked up the servers ticket… it was for an order of my world famous, piping hot French Flies. I filled the order, shoved it into the kitchen window and out to my customer. Later that night when I was cleaning up, I found this one last, little French Fly laying on the counter.