So last night 3 of my friends were stuck at a Quiktrip because Mikey’s souped out Honda wasn’t starting, something about the fuel injectors. Mind you it’s raining outside and they’ve been there for about 2 hours before I picked them up. They’ve been having such a bad day while I at was home chillin’ in my boxers. Bilal suggested we go to the Ultimate Bar and Grill to have drinks and our fill of 25 cent wings. We get there and there’s a 30 minute wait so we’re just standing near the bar when a bartender comes up to me, yeah me.

“Hey, at the table on the other side of that wall there’s a woman in a green shirt that wants to buy you a drink, table 53 I think it is.”,”Okay I’ll go over there in a few, thanks.”

My first assumption was it’s some monstrous women with an appetite as large as her lonesomeness. I send Bilal over there to survey the area and tell me if she’s cute or what. I gave him such an easy reconnaissance mission yet he comes back and all he has to say is “it’s good man”. I eventually go, she flags me down and I go sit with her. She looked like this which was kind of what I expected from a woman who offers to buy a guy a drink as collateral to talk. I entertain her regardless and answer the 5 W’s. Eventually she says something corny like “Well, I hope your girlfriend doesn’t mind…” which became my escape. Do I feel bad for lying? No, did I enjoy an irresponsible amount of chicken wings? Yes.