Yesterday, I was having a beer with my friend after work.
While we were sitting at the bar we noticed a pretty redheaded woman decked out in a white fur coat, a Chanel watch and knee-high black Gucci boots delicately sipping red wine two seats down from us.
A bald man wearing what was presumably a thrift store Metallica T-shirt and ripped jeans under a giant puffy green coat walked in covered with snow. Upon seeing her, he smiled broadly, walked up to her and said, “Marjorie? I recognize you from your picture. Ted said you love this place!”
The woman–Marjorie–looked flatly at the bartender and said, “I need two shots of tequila.”
The bartender promptly poured her two Cuervo Golds.
Marjorie downed each shot successively in under ten seconds.
Then she looked at the unkempt stranger with a slightly slacked jaw standing in front of her and said, “Ok…let’s go sit down. Want a beer? Because I do.”
