So, today I was confronted with a situation that while completely off the topic of firearms, was funny and somewhat thought provoking, so I thought I would share it with you....
We have a small/medium sized office staff at my day job, and usually once or twice a month we will get a few of the guys together and go for a long lunch - kind of blow off some steam, bitch about customers, whatever. Basic team building BS.
So today rolls around and there is higher than usual interest, and I am told, in no uncertain terms, that I NEED
to make this lunch because there is going to be a good chuckle out of it. So, shame and humiliation at someone else's expense you say? Count me in... LOL
Now, we have a guy who works here who is CONSTANTLY talking about women that he used to hook up with when he was drinking and partying his life away. He has lived in this same town most of his life, so invariably, we will go somewhere and there will be someplace, within a stone's throw of where we go to eat that he met someone, hooked up with someone, got dumped by someone, what have you. It's all the friggin time....
Now, we have another guy who works here that has been friends with him for like 20 years, so he knows all about the old flames and usually is tapped to adhere to the truthfulness of the story. Well, today was when Fate stepped in and kicked Glory Boy right in the sack... LOL
The chosen place to eat was one of our more favorite resturants, they have great burgers and decent eye candy waiting tables. So today, before we head out, the friend, who I shall call Bobby, lets it be known to Glory Boy that an old flame of his, let's call her Brenda, is working at the resturant as a hostess. Well, I'll be. So, Bobby begins to tell us about this chick that Glory Boy was chasing for awhile, she was hot and cold, had him wrapped around her finger. Glory Boy has to jump in every few minutes and talk about the times he got to get with her during that time and that she was hot and great in the sack and so on.... The ride takes about 15 minutes to the resturant, but it started about an hour before we left, so this has been going on awhile.
Well, we walk in and Brenda turns out to be about, I would guess, 150 overweight? Short, squat, kind of Troll like - it wasn't the picture we were led to believe was waiting for us. In any event, she is the hostess, and while she has a pretty enough face, she obviously has seen some better years - but IMMEDIATELY recognizes Glory Boy and turns on the charm.
Needless to say, the harassment is still on going and I am sitting here laughing my hind end off with each subsequent e-mail. Hence the reason for the poll.
If you HAD
to come across a former flame, while in the company of other people, would you prefer her, or him
, to be BETTER looking that you remember, and have to convince people you were actually with them, or worse looking than you remember, and try to spend the afternoon convincing people they didn't look like that when you were together?
Just a little fun..... and Thankfully not at MY expense... LOL