So I sit down at the bar and the chick sitting next to me said it cost $20 to sit there. W T F....so I said what do I get for the $20? Sorry to stop there. ....... My brother in law was with me. But I got a nice good bye hug.
Reminds me of a London story...
I was in London with my BW, and we went strolling in Soho. Coulda had a group of Sunday school kids with us. Just shops and pubs and the like. After a while, we'd left Soho, and my Beautiful Witch was getting tired. So I dropped her off at our hotel, and went back to Soho to look further into an old book store.
It was like a curtain opened as soon as I entered Soho. A guy walks up and wants to know if I'd like to furgle an English girl. I waved him off, and walked down so steps to a pub.
I was the only male in the joint. A girl walks over to me, pulls down her tub top to her waist and says, "Would you like to buy me a drink?"
Well, the atmosphere was friendly enuf, and I would never do any more than look at the boobies right there. <--TINS So I looked at the prices on the wall behind the bar. A pint of beer seemed about right, and said to her, "OK, two beers."
"No. I want champagne."
Champagne was twenny fargin pounds.
"Nice tits. See ya." Climbed back up the stairs, thinkin' how the Brits in this section of London had really lost their toffee, no error. Worse than San Francisco.