On the old Jackie
Gleason Show, a character Frank Fontaine used to do called "Crazy
Googenheim" would say, "I wa'n doin' nuttin'...I wuz juss STANDIN'
there!"
Well, last night, I was sitting. My pal Shannon Pate needed transportation, so I was at his karaoke gig and this couple was sitting on the couch. I borrowed one of the cushions to sit at the fire place for a little more comfort as, by experience, I knew the couch would devour me and it would take a tow truck to pull me out.
The guy (turned out his name was John) asked if I was in the band. I explained, no, it was karaoke and I was driving the karaoke host. He offered me a drink and I declined. When he went to the mens room, his date began to question me. Am I with "the band?"
Again, "No it's karaoke and I'm just driving the host around." Then, out of the blue she says, "The guy I'm out with tonight?"
"Yeah"
"He's married."
I COULD have quipped, "So, you're a home wrecker?" but decided she probably didn't have the same sense of humor as me.
Changing the subject, since we seemed destined to talk, I asked her if she was going to sing. She said that she wouldn't want to be heard by so many people. I didn't push it further. Later, she went to the ladies room and he said, "She's going to SING!:
"Oh really?"
"Yeah, her name's Karen."
"All righty" She never DID sing. She was putting down a lot of shots for such a petite little thing and looked sleepy before they took off. I couldn't help thinking, knowing guys as I do, that his investment was probably going to pay off with her napping and not the more frisky stuff.
You meet all kinds.
Well, last night, I was sitting. My pal Shannon Pate needed transportation, so I was at his karaoke gig and this couple was sitting on the couch. I borrowed one of the cushions to sit at the fire place for a little more comfort as, by experience, I knew the couch would devour me and it would take a tow truck to pull me out.
The guy (turned out his name was John) asked if I was in the band. I explained, no, it was karaoke and I was driving the karaoke host. He offered me a drink and I declined. When he went to the mens room, his date began to question me. Am I with "the band?"
Again, "No it's karaoke and I'm just driving the host around." Then, out of the blue she says, "The guy I'm out with tonight?"
"Yeah"
"He's married."
I COULD have quipped, "So, you're a home wrecker?" but decided she probably didn't have the same sense of humor as me.
Changing the subject, since we seemed destined to talk, I asked her if she was going to sing. She said that she wouldn't want to be heard by so many people. I didn't push it further. Later, she went to the ladies room and he said, "She's going to SING!:
"Oh really?"
"Yeah, her name's Karen."
"All righty" She never DID sing. She was putting down a lot of shots for such a petite little thing and looked sleepy before they took off. I couldn't help thinking, knowing guys as I do, that his investment was probably going to pay off with her napping and not the more frisky stuff.
You meet all kinds.
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