So my wife and I went out with a few friends Friday evening past. One of the friends L doesn't like my hats. She always give me grief about them. (Yeah, I know I should shoot her, but I'm a law abiding citizen.)
So, I'm wearing my Panama fedora and tropical looking clothes and we're sitting on the patio at a bar and she says some stuff about my hat. My wife tells her (for the millionth time) that she doesn't know what she's talking about and that everyone compliments me on my hats.
L decides to take a poll at the next table. (Partial motivation was to flirt with the guys.) They all say it's great and very classic. She says she like the beat up straw cowboy hats. They disagree saying they're too trendy.
So she decides that was an exception and that girls wouldn't like it. I say fine, ask our waitress. She'd already told us she was 24 and her name was Ruth. She was also as cute as a button. I told L she could make the question as leading as she wanted and that Ruth would still say she like it.
Well, she never gets around to asking for one reason or another and it's time for Ruth to leave so she brings over our tab. L picks it up and get an astonished look on her face and won't show it to us. Finally, my wife pries it from her hand and in the area where the waitress put comments to keep track of the table, it says "Patio, Nice Hat."
So, I'm wearing my Panama fedora and tropical looking clothes and we're sitting on the patio at a bar and she says some stuff about my hat. My wife tells her (for the millionth time) that she doesn't know what she's talking about and that everyone compliments me on my hats.
L decides to take a poll at the next table. (Partial motivation was to flirt with the guys.) They all say it's great and very classic. She says she like the beat up straw cowboy hats. They disagree saying they're too trendy.
So she decides that was an exception and that girls wouldn't like it. I say fine, ask our waitress. She'd already told us she was 24 and her name was Ruth. She was also as cute as a button. I told L she could make the question as leading as she wanted and that Ruth would still say she like it.
Well, she never gets around to asking for one reason or another and it's time for Ruth to leave so she brings over our tab. L picks it up and get an astonished look on her face and won't show it to us. Finally, my wife pries it from her hand and in the area where the waitress put comments to keep track of the table, it says "Patio, Nice Hat."