So on my way to the Olive Garden tonight, the handles broke on my paper grocery bag

[bluesbassman]

and the pitbull I was carrying in it escaped. Right next to us this lady was breastfeeding her circumcised kid and the pitbull smashed into the table causing the ashtray she had her cigarette sitting in to fall into her purse. Unfortunately the cigarette flew out of the ashtray and landed on an old Circuit City receipt and caught her purse on fire. While trying to stamp the fire out, her husband (a rather plain looking man, but the possessor of a tremendous singing voice) inadvertently smashed her Laura Branigan CD. I was just about to grab the pitbull when this huge dude in a Stetson bellows "Remember the Alamo" and dives for him. The pit was a little too fast for him and lunged straight to south of the border if you know what I mean. I'm pretty sure ole' Tex won't be participating in any teabagging for a while.

Anyway, to make a long story short after everything settled down and I ate my cornflake breaded chicken and and got up to go home in my Hummer, was I supposed to leave a tip?




Edit for spell check.

[Liberal_in_LA]

1. Where there pirates? Pirates being tortured? and was Susan Boyle there?

[bluesbassman]

3. There was some guy singing about credit his problems when I walked in.

He was dressed kinda funny and was torturing the hell out me, but no SB.:)

[SeattleGirl]

2. Not if you had a Confederate flag flying from the antenna on the Hummer.

:P

[bluesbassman]

4. Shoot,

I knew I forgot something when I was at the bass proshop the other day.:)