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[coqui_chris]

So my friends and I go to the local "college hot-spot" bar. You know, lame cover bands, plastic cups, every guy and girl in uniform.

So anyways, I was wearing a Notre Dame hockey jersey and one of those ghetto fitted hats with the alternating colors, also Notre Dame merchandise. And one of the guys in the bar with the striped button-down collared shirts and gelled hair, looking exactly the same as the four dudes he came there with, stops me to comment.

"What are you, a Wanksta?" he asked.

"Wanksta?" I said. "That's a 50 Cent song."

"Yeah," he said, a little put off now.

"Heh. Wanksta. That's good. That's a good reference. Funny," I said.

Then I put my hand on his shoulder.

"You know," I said, "they kick you outta here for fighting ..."

I stood there with my hand on his shoulder looking him straight in the eyes for about a minute. He didn't respond.

"Well," I said, "I'll see you later." And I walked off.

[bluebottle]

So my friends and I go to the local "college hot-spot" bar. You know, lame cover bands, plastic cups, every guy and girl in uniform.

So anyways, I was wearing a Notre Dame hockey jersey and one of those ghetto fitted hats with the alternating colors, also Notre Dame merchandise. And one of the guys in the bar with the striped button-down collared shirts and gelled hair, looking exactly the same as the four dudes he came there with, stops me to comment.

"What are you, a Wanksta?" he asked.

"Wanksta?" I said. "That's a 50 Cent song."

"Yeah," he said, a little put off now.

"Heh. Wanksta. That's good. That's a good reference. Funny," I said.

Then I put my hand on his shoulder.

"You know," I said, "they kick you outta here for fighting ..."

I stood there with my hand on his shoulder looking him straight in the eyes for about a minute. He didn't respond.

"Well," I said, "I'll see you later." And I walked off.

now you see, here is a true ambassador for Booze - at once putting the asshole in his place, allowing time for a friendly interchange (Booze driven hopefully), and then just letting the the whole thing go. that's true class. i have been know, on occassion, to get drunk and ornery once in awhile, and truly, when someone looks me in the eye, and lays a hand on my shoulder and tells me to settle down, well i respect that. well done, cc.