even the high school kids working in the kitchen have their moments of artistic language.
the chicken had not been cooked. the two high school girls in charge frantically thought of ways to heat it in time. fuckin' richard, said the real tough one, every time somethin' happens, before it happens, he's out like a trout! out like a trout, i laughed.
that's right, said the other one, also from guilford, out like a trout in winter.
how could i have never heard this one before?
crass like a bass? they smiled at this, but i was clearly just bullshitting. it lacked the force of common acceptance.