and the inevitable still surprises me in the worst possible way.
You Group Thinkers have writing as your gift. I don't.
I have other things in my arsenal, like a big mouth. A big lady mouth and I use it.
Me= M. Guy=G.
Blurpity Derp... ask the Bartender for the backstory of his/her customers. I'm telling a long story to short story.
G~ leaves & comes back. By now, his friends are there.
G~ "Hey, will I see you again?"
M~ "No. Word on the street is that you have a beautiful Woman."
G~ "She has cancer." (under his breath, but loud enough for me & his friends to hear, plus the bartender.)
M~ "That is FUCKED UP." (His friends are flinching)
M~ wait a beat because I can't believe he said it.
M~ "That is FUCKED UP."
G~ "It was a joke!"
M~ "Fucked up. Cancer is never funny."
Coat zipped, walked out.