Angry and I hung out at our local bar/grill for Valentine’s Day. We don’t need anything fancy. Our thought was, “Let’s go where the food's good, we are regulars, and we love the staff!” So off we went.
Our bartender (we’ll call her “N” because the names of the innocent have to be changed) came over to us during
the evening and said (while pointing to the other end of the bar), “I have to tell you something and I’ve been waiting for
that guy to leave!”
Here’s how the conversation went:
Bartender N: Did you
see that guy over at the end of the bar with the “to go” order?
ME: He was the one drinking
BN: He had quite a
few and was quite chatty.
Angry: Did he
proposition you? Should I follow him and kick his ass? (That's why we call him Angry!)
BN: No! But . . . he asked me if you guys were a
A (giggling): Oh man, some guy’s
giving googie eyes to my wife on Valentine’s Day.
BN: I told him that
yes, you were married. And then he said
to me, “Too bad because he's so yummy!”
ME & A & BN:
LAUGHTER AND SNORTING!
We found it so funny because we had all assumed that he was looking at me. Cripes, Angry was going to kick his ass for propositioning N. And, even though he was giggling, he was wondering if some guy was "eyeing" me up on Valentine's Day. Wrong answer!
ME: What? Not me? ANGRY'S the yummy one? That’s awesome!
A: I don’t think I’ve
ever been called yummy until today. I
have to admit that I’m quite flattered.
ME: And I'm a bit jealous.
Ever since, I’ve been randomly saying “Yummy!” in
a deep, male sounding voice during completely inappropriate times. It’s fun!