Scene: The bar I work at. It is about 2am. A middle aged man stumbles over to the bar.
Man: Allo love!
Me: Hello. What can I get you?
Man: Smirnoff Double Black!
Me: Rightio. $8, please.
Man: (while looking for his change) I hope she doesn't bite me this time!
Me:... What? (laughs)
Man: (laughs)
Me: Your girlfriend bit you?
Man: Yeah! Look! (shows me a bite mark on his arm)
Me: That's awful!
Man: I know!
Me: Bite her back.
Man: (giggles)
Me: Well, she bit you first!
Man: OK! I will! (walks away)
Friday, January 11, 2008
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Bartenders and barbers - two eternal dispensers of sage advice.
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