Sometimes I Say Stupid Things
I often do stupid things too, but this isn’t about that. This is about the stupid stuff that comes out of my mouth that somehow turns out to be worthwhile.
Exhibit A:
A new Irish Pub opened up in town, so a few of us got together to check it out one night. After we spent some time there and were having fun, I sent out some text messages inviting a few other friends to join us. After a while, one friend called back to scold me for sending him text messages while he was in class. The exchange went something like this:
Jeff: Why did you keep sending me text messages in class?
Me: How was I supposed to know you were in class? Why did you keep responding?
Jeff: Uhh, well we’re on a break now.
Me: Well come over to this bar, it is fun.
Jeff: I’m in Class!
Me: C’mon, it is fun. They’re giving out free T-Shirts!
Jeff: No! I have a class!
Me: Fine then.
So, we got off the phone, and all my friends laughed because I was attempting to be a bad influence. Also, because there were no free T-Shirts to be had. I don’t know why I say these things, but it just seemed like a good thing to say.
About 10 minutes later, the bar Owner walks over and asks us “What size are you?”. So, we tell him our sizes, and he gives each of us a brand new Guinness Polo shirt. In the packed bar, he chose to give shirts to the four of us. Suddenly, I was magical. We still have no idea why he did this, but I was told that next time I make up a free giveaway, two for one drink specials would be preferred.
Exhibit B:
We stopped at one of the base exchanges today that specializes in selling imported liquor. Wandering out, a tall slender bottle/box caught my eye. Canadian Maple Syrup Liqueur… After a brief discussion about whether or not it would be good ensued. I decided it might be good on ice cream, so I decided to buy it. Walking up to the counter, the exchange went like this:
Cashier: Hello. What can I help you with today?
Me: I’m thinking about buying this bottle of Maple Syrup Liqueur.
Cashier: Maple Syrup Liqueur?
Me: Yeah, I thought it might be alright. Can I have a sample first?
At this point everyone starts laughing at me. Liquor shops are not a place one typically anticipates getting free samples.
Cashier: Hold on, let me check.
At this point everyone looks at me, quite astonished.
Moments later, we all had our taster glasses filled with Maple Syrup Liqueur. This worked out for the shop too, as it resulted in two additional bottles of liqueur selling off that day.
So, as it turns out, the constant stream of nonsense that issues forth from my head mysteriously finds a way to pay off sometimes…