“And then we stopped at some fancy dig for a bite to eat. She had the filet mignon and a glass of champagne. Me? I just had a steak and some whiskey. Not the old rotgut this place serves,” he said while pointing at the bar behind him, “but the high class stuff. Great Mother Mary, that was some mighty fine whiskey. We finished and then she started talking like she had had a nice time, but then starts raising her voice. Then, out of nowhere, she pulled her pepper spray and got me right in my face! I fell out of my chair and heard her cussing up a storm about ‘how dare I do such a thing.’ She made quite a scene and she stormed out of the restaurant, or at least I heard her heels clicking on the floor and I heard the door slam shut after them. Couldn’t see a blasted thing with my eyes burning in my skull. Needless to say, I got a good many unfriendly stares and was left to foot the bill. She got a free meal and I got a face full of oleoresin capsicum. And that, my friend, is why I avoid strange womenfolk!” -Dubs, the Irish medical examiner in my book
Posted on: Tue, 18 Jun 2013 04:34:00 +0000
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