Recognitions

The server takes a selfie with Kant.

And also captures three quarters of Sweezus

Arthur is in the background, picking his teeth with a tiny paper umbrella.

Thanks, says the server. Mind if I post this?

Not at all, says Kant.

Enjoy your drinks, says the server.

She goes back to the bar, and shows the barman the selfie.

So who is he? asks the barman.

Kanty-manuel or something, says the server. The other guy reckons he's famous.

The manager comes by to see what they're looking at.

A famous customer, says the barman.

The manager takes a look at the selfie.

Which one's famous?  asks the manager. 

This one, says the server.

Not the other one? says the manager. His face rings a bell.

That's just a guy with bits of oyster stuck in his teeth, says the server.

I meant this one, says the manager, pointing to the three quarters of Sweezus. Isn't he in Team Condor?

No way! says the barman. Yeah he is! The captain!

Ripper! Two famous people, says the server. 

She posts the photo on Insta, and instantly gets several likes.

The manager approaches the famous table.

Everything all right here? asks the manager.

Very nice thank you, says Gaius.

Problem with the pineapple? asks the manager.

Not at all, says Kant. I simply decided to leave it.

First time in Goolwa? asks the manager.

Yes it is, says Kant. And we're planning to sleep on the beach.

Not all of us, says Sweezus.

I wouldn't recommend it, says the manager. We have a lovely place next door, with a vacancy. I could arrange some cheap rates.

Very kind, but.... begins Gaius.

Perhaps we could look at it, says Kant. 

Yeah, good idea, says Sweezus. We could do the interview in comfort.

You're a journalist? asks the manager.

Kind of, says Sweezus. 

And an elite cyclist, says the manager. 

Kind of, says Sweezus again. Actually we all are, except Kant here, and Terence.

Kant, says the manager. Not THE Kant?

THE Kant, says Sweezus.  

I don't claim to be THE Kant, says Kant. 

But the manager is now certain that Kant is THE Kant.

What a coup, should THE Kant spend the night next door in Rose-Eden.