Spit yer' Game
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I don't really spit game persay, but I was just at lunch with 3 guys from work ... 2 lames and 1 pretty okay guy.
First off, the 1 lame goes to the waitress, "You look that Gwylekkekkekenal girl."
... Who says that as the start to any conversation, even if it's just, "I'm fine and you, thanks can I have a water?"
So I interjected with, "No she doesn't, she is a lot prettier."
Childish, yes, I know, but so am I.
Banter continues, giggles ensue, she leaves.
I think nothing of it.
This goes on, throughout the 2nd half of the game in between me yelling at the tv screens and literally having to get up and pace around.
She comes back and asks if I'd like some dessert, "No thanks, I'm sweet enough.", involuntarily comes out of me.
Blah, blah, any continuation of that is ruined by this lameass who starts asking questions about HOW MANY CALORIES IS IN A ... I don't even know, I was in shock and horror when he started talking over her.
He gets some dessert and when she comes back she goes, "Hey do you want to do some free shots of Tequila with me?"
... What's the right answer?
If you said, "No, he has to get back to work." Like this guy did, I hate you almost as much as him.
I just looked at him and said, "Seriously this is the last time I ever fucking hang out with you outside of work, ever. You lost your priviledges of being in my presense."
She starts howling at that point, and the other two guys are laughing with her. I get up and go to the bar.
They meet up with me, JACKASS left a 10 dollar tip on a 60 dollar tab.
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So I sort of broke the cardinal rule of etiquette and went back and laid an extra 10 down.
I'm talking to her, they leave which I think is the only blessing that has happened to me and the guy started banging on the window and pointing at his watch.
I look over and go, "What the fuck is this guy's deal?"
And before I could barely finish the words, I said it rite to her manager's face.
Who assumed I was talking to him.
... I tried to explain I was talking about the assholes outside, and then he flips out on how the place is packed and I'm taking his waitress away from her job.
She runs off with an, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."
I think nothing has come out of this.
I have her number on a napkin in my pocket somehow.
... And no name, haha.
I'm sorry for the long post, but seriously if you act anything like that guy, you're a waste of life.
// End rant.