So, on Massive Road Trip 2006 I stopped in Montana. Found myself a cozy little motel and a great restaurant serving Thai Pizza. Yumyumyummy for oranges for nuts on my pizza. So very very good.
Anyways, sitting by myself, miinding my own business, drinking my beer, and fellow from the neighboring table starts chatting with me and invites me over to join him and his friends. What a kind gesture from total strangers.
We're all chatting and having a good time, I'm telling them the little story about me moving to Portland and all that jazz, and I'm enjoying myself and they seem to be as well... until one dude says:
"So, I'm not trying to be rude here, but it's been a long time since I've seen my friend and I'd like to talk to him. Can you go back to your table?"
I guess if you put a pretty bow on a piece of shit sandwich it makes it not rude.
Anyways, sitting by myself, miinding my own business, drinking my beer, and fellow from the neighboring table starts chatting with me and invites me over to join him and his friends. What a kind gesture from total strangers.
We're all chatting and having a good time, I'm telling them the little story about me moving to Portland and all that jazz, and I'm enjoying myself and they seem to be as well... until one dude says:
"So, I'm not trying to be rude here, but it's been a long time since I've seen my friend and I'd like to talk to him. Can you go back to your table?"
I guess if you put a pretty bow on a piece of shit sandwich it makes it not rude.