Tuesday, August 6, 2013

Bier and bores

I don't know why people won't leave me alone when I go into a bar.  I rarely do this, but I went into a bar yesterday. Almost immediately some guy half my age starts firing questions at me about where I work and what teams I like.  "Minnesota Twins!" is my stock answer. 

"You from there?"


Well, nobody knows anything about the Twins.  And fortunately this loser went on to bother someone else.  I know I don't have any personality.  I don't want to be your buddy.  I don't care where you work.  It's always some obnoxious guy.  Cute red haired girls are a different matter. 

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