Monday, June 26, 2006
Math Suks At The Landmark
On the way back down from Pinetop yesterday, we decided to pull in to the Landmark at Christopher Creek, take a break, and have a cold drink. It was "Parrots In The Pines" weekend, but all the Parrotheads were long gone by then. We did hear a good story from Gypsy the bartender, however. As he told it to me:
You know a guy named Roger?
Sure, He's a good phriend.
Well, he managed to take off back to the Valley, but left his credit card and an open tab behind.
No shit? In that case. let's have a round on Roger for the whole bar. (That was us and three rednecks at the end of the bar.)
Nah, no such luck. He realized it about the time he reached Mesa, called back up here, and asked for Cheesehead.
Damn! We could have grabbed a room and spent the night on Roger's hospitality.
Yeah, but it gets better. See, Cheesehead closes the tab, takes his credit card, and yells to the crowd, "Hey, guess what Roger did AGAIN!"
OK, so he didn't really use the Cheesehead" moniker, but I think Roger needs to get himself another credit card. One with a really, really, low limit, so we can't hurt him too awfully bad the next time he does this.
By the way, Gypsy told me they misunderestimated the volume of margaritas our group could ingest. They ran out of margarita mix and went into cover up mode, telling everybody they were just giving them a chance to sober up before making more margaritas. They also ran out of limes for the Corona. Everybody knows the only way you can drink that skunky shit is to cover the taste with a chunk of lime. Takes about a lime per six-pack. The math ain't all that hard. And of course, Cheesehead has already reported that they ran out of Miller Light at last year's shindig. It ain't pretty when Cheesehead has no Miller Light.
No wonder they're in receivership.......
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You know a guy named Roger?
Sure, He's a good phriend.
Well, he managed to take off back to the Valley, but left his credit card and an open tab behind.
No shit? In that case. let's have a round on Roger for the whole bar. (That was us and three rednecks at the end of the bar.)
Nah, no such luck. He realized it about the time he reached Mesa, called back up here, and asked for Cheesehead.
Damn! We could have grabbed a room and spent the night on Roger's hospitality.
Yeah, but it gets better. See, Cheesehead closes the tab, takes his credit card, and yells to the crowd, "Hey, guess what Roger did AGAIN!"
OK, so he didn't really use the Cheesehead" moniker, but I think Roger needs to get himself another credit card. One with a really, really, low limit, so we can't hurt him too awfully bad the next time he does this.
By the way, Gypsy told me they misunderestimated the volume of margaritas our group could ingest. They ran out of margarita mix and went into cover up mode, telling everybody they were just giving them a chance to sober up before making more margaritas. They also ran out of limes for the Corona. Everybody knows the only way you can drink that skunky shit is to cover the taste with a chunk of lime. Takes about a lime per six-pack. The math ain't all that hard. And of course, Cheesehead has already reported that they ran out of Miller Light at last year's shindig. It ain't pretty when Cheesehead has no Miller Light.
No wonder they're in receivership.......
