I am not of this world
Posted by TFG on April 7th, 2008
I went to the League of Shitheels to watch the game, as I was feeling voluble and social, and I had to leave when I heard a fat, balding, gray-haired sixty-year-old son-of-a-bitch ask a 20-something barmaid extremely mechanical questions about her by-God sex life. I’m sorry, but nothing in my travels or travails has prepared me for that, and I’ve spent some serious time in some pretty damn low-rent joints. I’d wager far more than you’ve spent, except maybe JD, who’s got a few years on me.
The sad thing about it is that I was the only one, of about fifteen, most within 10 years of my 47, who was offended. I told them all as I left that I will pray that the Good Lord gives them only sons and that all they ever have to worry about is his dick falling off. Hell, I’m still blushing, just thinking about what came out of that grown man’s mouth, completely unsolicited. I guess that’s the way people talk these days, but I sure don’t like it.
I think I want to move to the desert and kill everything I eat so I never see people again. I’ve just about had enough.
April 8th, 2008 at 5:07 am
There’s a bar over in Lake Jackson, a pool hall/bar, where they hire young women bartenders and waitresses that could make a lot more money at a Hooters or a strip club (but we don’t have those in Brazosport). They have them dress in low-cut, tight tops and bottoms.
I don’t mind the eye candy, but listening to some of the old farts in there, like me but not nearly so good-looking and rich, well, it is embarrassing. It ran me out of the place. I reckon some people simply have no concept of their own age. Not to mention appearance. They truly have no idea of how ridiculous they are, I guess.
April 8th, 2008 at 6:33 pm
Damn, JD - so you’re good-looking AND rich. No need to lord it over us lesser mortals.
I still love the eye-candy.