Don't Stick Your Dick in the Crazy
Effing Netherworld.
So, tonight we head down there to get kinda blitzed. And there were very few tables available, so we asked if we could share some folks' table. Those people weren't too happy about it, but they consented. However, the people at the next table over said we could join them, so we did. They seemed nice and everything was cool.
So, we were talking to this nice couple for about three hours, and the conversation went swimmingly. Nice folks, they were in to a lot of the same stuff as us, etc. Then the wife suggests we play pool. So we play some pool.
After a while, it's her shot and she walks away. I offhandedly remark, "is she on crack?"
As a bit of background, I say this about a lot of people. Including myself. Ha ha, funny. Right?
The husband gets up in my face about it. I seriously thought he was joking. A lot of off-color stuff had transpired in the three hours prior. But they got preposterously offended. Way out of proportion to what I had said, and meant as a joke at that.
I apologized profusely. Tony says I groveled. Either way, I was very polite. They were having none of it.
They stormed out - most likely glad to have an excuse to hate me. Apparently it's a pattern for them. I wished them a good night on their way out.
WTF, mate?
Crazy sons of beeyotches. Now we know.
Tony is as confused as me.
Yet another instance of don't make friends with the psychopaths.
I'm wiser for the experience.
On the other hand, I have to admit that I was forewarned. It turns out that my horoscope was dead on for 10-24: "Our expressions can be strong enough to inadvertently anger someone, even when we try to be considerate. Once we engage in a battle of 'who is right?' it'll be hard to avoid playing out the tension."
So, tonight we head down there to get kinda blitzed. And there were very few tables available, so we asked if we could share some folks' table. Those people weren't too happy about it, but they consented. However, the people at the next table over said we could join them, so we did. They seemed nice and everything was cool.
So, we were talking to this nice couple for about three hours, and the conversation went swimmingly. Nice folks, they were in to a lot of the same stuff as us, etc. Then the wife suggests we play pool. So we play some pool.
After a while, it's her shot and she walks away. I offhandedly remark, "is she on crack?"
As a bit of background, I say this about a lot of people. Including myself. Ha ha, funny. Right?
The husband gets up in my face about it. I seriously thought he was joking. A lot of off-color stuff had transpired in the three hours prior. But they got preposterously offended. Way out of proportion to what I had said, and meant as a joke at that.
I apologized profusely. Tony says I groveled. Either way, I was very polite. They were having none of it.
They stormed out - most likely glad to have an excuse to hate me. Apparently it's a pattern for them. I wished them a good night on their way out.
WTF, mate?
Crazy sons of beeyotches. Now we know.
Tony is as confused as me.
Yet another instance of don't make friends with the psychopaths.
I'm wiser for the experience.
On the other hand, I have to admit that I was forewarned. It turns out that my horoscope was dead on for 10-24: "Our expressions can be strong enough to inadvertently anger someone, even when we try to be considerate. Once we engage in a battle of 'who is right?' it'll be hard to avoid playing out the tension."