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Picking Up the Trash

I had some friends in town this past weekend, and we decided to relive the old days and hit the bars. We were at the Come Back Inn pretty late - and about bar time, an extremely drunk young woman came over and sat next to me. What follows is our entire conversation:

Drunk Girl: "Are you married?"

Me: "Yes."

DG: (Pointing to a girl standing near us ) "Is that your wife?"

Me: "No."

DG: "Is your wife here?"

Me: "No."

(Long pause)

DG: "Wanna make out?"

Me: "No."

She gets up and leaves.

I mention this only because it's such an anomaly. Seriously, it could have been anyone in my chair and the conversation would have been identical.

As a word to the wise, if something like this happens, you may think it is funny, but your wife will most certainly not. Even if the point of the story is that you are responsible. It's almost like car accident laws - you're partially to blame just for being on the road. Just by being at a bar late, you might as well be wearing a sign that says "now accepting applications for drunk girl tongue-action."