So Friday night I;m at a bar with the fiancee and some new friends. The bar is set up in two halves, one smoking, one nonsmoking. So we're at a table in the nonsmoking area (cause I'm the only one who smokes) and I'm hopping back and forth between the two. Well on one of my smoke breaks some guy starts chatting me up. You know, acting all intrested when all he wants to do is get into my pants. So I causally ask him what he does, and he says he works with trees. I ask, like trimming them, he says yeah. Then he asks what I do. Here comes the funny part. I say I work for the IRS in the collections department. I'm the one who calls you when you don't pay your taxes. Without a word, he put out his cigarette and fled. Never saw him again for the rest of the night!
and you didn't chase after him saying; "hey! what's your name, wait! I want your number " missed opportunities...
