Muh Hairs
Last night at the bar I was telling this story about how I went to meet my friend Craig at another bar a month ago. In the story, he’s talking to these two ladies, one on either side, when I show up, and I stand there awkwardly for a second until the one moves a bar seat over so I can sit next to him. I try to make conversation with them, but they are only medium friendly - but Craig, who I work with, introduces them to me and is showing them pictures of our projects periodically as we go through them on his phone. Later in that night, I asked Craig how he knew the ladies and he says “Oh, I don’t, I just met them.” Dude was at the bar maaaaybe ten minutes before I got there.
And I end the story with “What a pimp-daddy.”
Katie, who is drinking soda, says “Those girls were probably intimidated by your hair, that’s probably what did it.”
“Yeah” agreed Ryan as I looked across the table at them blankly. “You’ve got that good hair.”
