In the pub the other week, the lads were constantly talking about my second worst day ever. You don’t need the details.
The waitress came over, so I asked: “Can I have a pint of Carlsberg and a change of subject please? I’ll happily pay!”
She only sorted me out:
Woah, now that’s creative…
Hope you got at least a phone number for your 50 smackeroos…
Dude that’s pretty funny. My Susan’s, got a good sense of humor!
Anyway come in with the bill and I’ll buy you a couple of rounds!
Cheers
Mark Joyce
General Manager
Pickled Pelican
Central
How on earth did you find this so quickly?
A mate has the receipt. He likes to keep things like that. Will ask him to bring it out next time.
Ta!
That’s still a low bill for second worst day ever, though, matey.
Good to see you still have a sense of humor in abundance.
DBC - that day wasn’t my second worst day. The lads were just talking about it. Happened, oh, about 6 years ago. No neeeeeeeeeed for details!
Hmmm… a secret night out at the pub eh…
you were away!
Hmmm…six years ago…could be Indo-poo Doris or that other Doris that almost had you roped and tied (can’t be arsed to dig through the archives for her Doris name).
Nah, neither of those days. I’ve never written about it. The Doris name was Old Doris.