Violating rule #223...

This is a funny story and just another example of what a thrill it is to watch me hit on the opposite sex. My old roomate, Big Fred, and I roll into one of our old haunts Billy's a couple of weeks ago. It's a little slow so we belly up to the bar to order a few drinks. So I start talking with the bartender and get her to make all of us a round of shots. So Fred and I keep drinking and chattin' with the bartender as the night goes on. Now I'm really starting to get a little likkered up because I'm seriously considering violating rule #223. That rule states: "Never hit on waitstaff at the bar." Not only does it never work but you can't go back to the bar for like 2 weeks. Doesn't matter though I'm getting fueled up with more shots and now Fred and his date are eggin' me on to go ask her out. Amazingly enough, I agree to do it. So I roll up to the bar and whip out my best line and she replies, "I'm married." Now since I'm a LOT fueled up I go into Sixteen Candles mode. You know the scene where Jake rolls up to Samantha's house to find her and Long Duck Dong answers the door and tells Jake that she is getting married. That is the conversation I have with the bartender. She says I'm married. My reply in Jake mode "MARRIED?????" Her reply, "married." My reply, "MARRIED?????" Her reply, "Married, Geesh!"

Absolutely classic. On a plus note I did get an astounding ovation of clapping as I returned to the table. The moral of this post? Don't violate rule 223. Never ever violate rule 223.