1.10.2007

Wednesday, January 10, 2007

PUT 'EM UP OR SHUT UP!

That would be the phrase of the night as one of our own almost doled out some patron justice on a rather annoying customer who wouldn't take "no" for an answer. From what I could gather, a couple of the regulars were sitting at the bar, enjoying a nice after-work beverage. Standing next to them was this non-descript older gentleman, wearing a Pittsburgh Steelers hat. During the course of their conversation, I could see the gentleman staring off into their direction, almost as if he was eavesdropping.

About five minutes later I look up again and there's the same guy, now standing in between the two regulars, trying his best to strike up a conversation with the regulars. At first, the regulars appeased him by engaging with him in the typical idle chat. Then I notice that the gentlemen has more or less invaded the "personal space" and has pretty much wedged himself in-between the two regulars, asking personal questions like "How much money do you make?". This obviously didn't sit well with the two; one regular in particular, known for his enthusiastic chants and beefy knuckles, suddenly stands up and begins to scream at the now-startled Pittsburgh Steelers' fan.

At that point, I jump into the middle of the situation and separated the adversaries. The Pittsburgh Steelers' fan claimed that he didn't understand why the regulars were getting upset with him; He was only having a conversation. I encouraged the two parties to disperse and soon after, they all did, much to my relief. I was in no mood to have to break up any fights. It was a strange event, nevertheless.

As soon as this cleared up, JON CUSACK, FREEJACK, REDSKINS GIRL and a male acquaintance made their way into the bar and hung out for a few hours; They joined DIRTY SANCHEZ for a few minutes before he departed to parts unknown.

BABY GIRL stopped by on her way home and we ended up chatting for a few hours; She's pretty easy to talk to and we usually have pretty good conversations (when she's not hitting me) and last night was no exception.

I also ended up meeting this lovely young lady who happened to be from my hometown, Cleveland, Ohio. She was telling me about how she wanted to become a Men's Fashion Designer and how she took out a bank loan just to move to the city. She's currently living in Harlem, working as a temp while pursuing her dream. I told her that she was a brave soul and that her dreams would come true if she believed in herself. Needless to say, we hit it off.

Overall, a rather interesting night.


NUFF SAID

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

BABY GIRL, hitting on you? Surely you must be pulling our legs...

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Swa said...

No you twit- HITTING me, not hitting ON me. Literally hitting me. She has this reflex thing where she punches my arm when she gets excited.

Anonymous said...

You said hitting and I heard shitting, as in, "No you twit - SHITTING me, not shitting ON me."

Anonymous said...

Gross, just gross

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