I think i'm starting to run out of ideas for your folks to talk about. however, here's a good one. your at a bar, and you ask for another drink then the bar tender responds by giving you the bird so to speak. what would you do?
i'd walk up to him and go, loudly 'um, excuse me, but did you just flip me off? why would you do that? is your boss around? i would like to talk to him. in the meantime, i would like you to make me a SoHo martini and don't forget to flame the orange peel. oh, and could you make that on the house please? thanks so much.'
then i would watch him the whole time to make sure he didn't spit in it :}
I used to work in a bar, it was very respectable and smart with a restaurant attached so popular with diners. Anyhow, one night I declined to serve a man who had had way too much to drink and was making far too much noise. And I was in charge of the bar that night, so it was my perogative. Besides, I was thinking of myself, as serving intoxicated people is actually not allowed. I did this very politely, though, and explained why. And said he was welcome to come back another time.
This man didn't really say much, but then another girl who was actually his daughter, suddenly popped up and lost the plot entirely.She started shouting and swearing, throwing ash trays at me and the friend i was working with and then proceeded to try to attack us with pool cues. Also, pulled out some of my friends hair. And she hadn't even been drinking! We had to call the police - she was arrested and had to go to court. Sometimes the customers just aren't right after all!!
I will tell them that that came from the english war with the french, the french used to cut the middle finger so they can't use the bow and arrow. so the english will them show their fingers and say "pluck you" ofcourse, it became another kind of plucking later on...
I would look blankly at him and then puke on his hand. That finger always gags me. Then while he was cleaning it up, I would stick a piece of wood in my mouth and have a seizure. While he was trying to help me in my seizure, I would flail and kick him in the groin. Then I would punch myself in the nose and bleed all over the place. After that, I would get in my car and run it through the wall of the place. When the crowd scattered, I would grab the karaoke microphone and sing "I will Survive." After which I would be thirsty so I would have to order another beer and see what happened this time.
I would ask them if they would like to see somethin' they haven't seen before: The other end of their finger! Naw, not really, that's just how some people like to say "Hi" say "Hi" back. Don't be stuck up!
why am I thinking that I have not heard all of the story? does a bartender flip you off just for nothing? I doubt it.
But - say it happens: I would probably whine a bit and say "Whyyyyyyyyy! very loudly "Whyyyyyyyyyyyy are you flipping me off? I never done nothing. I think!? Why? WhYyyyyyyyyYyyyyYY?" By then everyone in the place would be staring at the bartender. Then I would call my dad to come get me and bring my three very big brothers along - just to make that bartender crap his pants and think twice about ever flippin' ME off again! as they entered the bar I would say very loudly - "Here! Here's the bartender who flipped me off! Over here!"
women:how would you react if your boyfriend/lover/husband? was bisexual and you just found out? Would you run away, freak out, think it's sexy, or demand why he didn't tell you, ask if he's cheating, or all?