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Just thought I would tell you what happened to me last night, I thought it was kind of funny, hope you all do too.
Me and my buddy Rex, who by the way, looks like Charles Manson, went to a nearby Sports Bar to get a couple sodas and check out the local talent. We were getting another round and giving the waitress a hard time as usual. She is a cute young little blonde. She cant be much over 18. She has waited on us once before.
I paid and she looked at me and said: Dont you ever wash your hands?
I smiled and said: I do, but this is Perma dirt, it doesnt wash off, it has to wear off.
She looked at me like I was full of it, so I told her to go get her cleaning rag and Ill prove it to her. She came back a few minutes later, with towel in hand. She gave it to me and I proceeded to prove that I was not a liar.
She said: That is gross.
I said: If you think that is gross, feel my finger tips.
Again, she gave me that look. Anyway, she finally felt the tips of my fingers. She jumped backward about a foot, and with disgust on her face and said: Oh my God, they feel like cardboard!
Of course this was early in the night and the band had not started yet, so the entire restaurant had to turn and look to see what was going on. Me and my buddy couldnt stop laughing long enough to tell her why. Needless to say, I dont think I will have her eating out of the palm of my hand anytime soon.
Me and my buddy Rex, who by the way, looks like Charles Manson, went to a nearby Sports Bar to get a couple sodas and check out the local talent. We were getting another round and giving the waitress a hard time as usual. She is a cute young little blonde. She cant be much over 18. She has waited on us once before.
I paid and she looked at me and said: Dont you ever wash your hands?
I smiled and said: I do, but this is Perma dirt, it doesnt wash off, it has to wear off.
She looked at me like I was full of it, so I told her to go get her cleaning rag and Ill prove it to her. She came back a few minutes later, with towel in hand. She gave it to me and I proceeded to prove that I was not a liar.
She said: That is gross.
I said: If you think that is gross, feel my finger tips.
Again, she gave me that look. Anyway, she finally felt the tips of my fingers. She jumped backward about a foot, and with disgust on her face and said: Oh my God, they feel like cardboard!
Of course this was early in the night and the band had not started yet, so the entire restaurant had to turn and look to see what was going on. Me and my buddy couldnt stop laughing long enough to tell her why. Needless to say, I dont think I will have her eating out of the palm of my hand anytime soon.