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| - Stuffed from a burger and sundae, I eventually ended up a few blocks down the street at Smokin' Joes to close out the afternoon. Of course I didn't eat anything, but just grabbed a drink. I was initially excited about the excellent variety of beer selections and I may have stayed for more than one pint except for one thing: the three douche bags sitting next to me at the bar. Obviously, all single, late 30-something know-it-alls who felt it necessary to talk about international politics, recessive genetics and other completely random stuff, all ultra boring for a bar on a Saturday afternoon. It wouldn't have been nearly as bad had they not been the type of idiots who unintentionally talked loudly to one another, even though they were all sitting close together and there were few other patrons in the place. Apparently, we all had to hear the 'intellectuals' impart their wisdom on and about the world.
After a short time, I downed my beer, got an acknowledged eye-roll out of the guy sitting on my other side and got the heck out of there feeling very annoyed. I realize Joe's has no control over which idiots walk through their door, so I'll probably give them another chance someday.
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