BAD LUCK TRYING TO HIDE OR WHEN THINGS GO FROM BAD TO WORST.....
A small balding man storms into a local bar and demands, "Gimme a double of
the strongest whiskey you got. I'm so mad, I can't even see straight." The
bartender, noticing that the little man is a bit the worse for wear, pours
him a double of Southern Comfort. The man swills down the drink and says,
"Gimme another one." The bartender pours the drink, but says, "Now, before I
give you this, why don't you let off a little steam and tell me why you're
so upset?"
So, the man begins his tale. "Well, I was sitting in the bar next door, when
this gorgeous blonde slinks in and actually sits beside me at the bar. I
thought, "Wow, this has never happened before." You know, it was kind of a
fantasy come true. Well, a couple of minutes later, the blonde leans over
and asks if I'd like to come back to her hotel to have dinner and talk for a
while. I couldn't believe this was happening, and I hadn't had a good meal
in quite a while. I managed to nod my head yes, so she grabs my hand and
starts walking out of the bar. This seemed just too good to be true."
He continued, "She took me down the street here to a nice hotel and up to
her room. She said to relax, watch some TV, and that she would be ready to
go down to the restaurant in a few minutes. But, as soon as I put my feet up
and reclined my chair, I heard some keys jingling and someone starts
fumbling with the door."
"The blonde says, 'Oh my god, it's my boyfriend. He must have lost his
wrestling match tonight, he's gonna be real mad. Quick, hide!'"
"So, I opened the closet, but I figured that was probably the first place he
would look, so I didn't hide there. Then I looked under the bed, but no, I
figured he's bound to look there, too. By now, I could hear the key in the
lock. I noticed the window was open, so I climbed out and was hanging there
by my fingers, praying that the guy wouldn't see me."
The bartender says "Well I can see how you might be a bit frustrated at this
point."
"Well, yeah, but I hear the guy finally get the door open and he yells out,
'Who you been with now, you witch?' The girl says, 'Nobody, honey, now calm
down.'"
Well, the guy starts tearing up the room. I hear him tear the door off the
closet and throw it across the room. I'm thinking, 'Boy, I'm glad I didn't
hide in there.' Then I hear him lift up the bed and throw it across the
room. Good thing I didn't hide under there either. Then I heard him say,
'What's that over there by the window?' I think, 'Oh God, I'm dead meat
now.'
But, the blonde by now is trying real hard to distract him and convince him
to stop looking. Well, I hear the guy go into the bathroom and I hear water
running for a long time; I figure maybe he's gonna take a bath or something,
when all of a sudden, the jerk pours a pitcher of scalding hot water out of
the window right on top of my head. I mean, look at this, I got second
degree burns all over my scalp and shoulders!"
The bartender says, "Oh man, that would have gotten me mad for sure." "No,
that didn't really bother me. Next, the guy starts slamming the window shut
over and over on my hands. I mean, look at my fingers. They're a bloody
mess. I can hardly hold onto this glass."
The bartender looks at the guy's hands and says, "Yeah, buddy, I can
understand why you are so upset."
"No, that wasn't what really got me so angry though."
The bartender then asks in exasperation, "Well, then, what did finally make
you anger?"
*"Well, I was hanging on the window, and I turned around and looked down--I
was only about six inches off the ground."*
A small balding man storms into a local bar and demands, "Gimme a double of
the strongest whiskey you got. I'm so mad, I can't even see straight." The
bartender, noticing that the little man is a bit the worse for wear, pours
him a double of Southern Comfort. The man swills down the drink and says,
"Gimme another one." The bartender pours the drink, but says, "Now, before I
give you this, why don't you let off a little steam and tell me why you're
so upset?"
So, the man begins his tale. "Well, I was sitting in the bar next door, when
this gorgeous blonde slinks in and actually sits beside me at the bar. I
thought, "Wow, this has never happened before." You know, it was kind of a
fantasy come true. Well, a couple of minutes later, the blonde leans over
and asks if I'd like to come back to her hotel to have dinner and talk for a
while. I couldn't believe this was happening, and I hadn't had a good meal
in quite a while. I managed to nod my head yes, so she grabs my hand and
starts walking out of the bar. This seemed just too good to be true."
He continued, "She took me down the street here to a nice hotel and up to
her room. She said to relax, watch some TV, and that she would be ready to
go down to the restaurant in a few minutes. But, as soon as I put my feet up
and reclined my chair, I heard some keys jingling and someone starts
fumbling with the door."
"The blonde says, 'Oh my god, it's my boyfriend. He must have lost his
wrestling match tonight, he's gonna be real mad. Quick, hide!'"
"So, I opened the closet, but I figured that was probably the first place he
would look, so I didn't hide there. Then I looked under the bed, but no, I
figured he's bound to look there, too. By now, I could hear the key in the
lock. I noticed the window was open, so I climbed out and was hanging there
by my fingers, praying that the guy wouldn't see me."
The bartender says "Well I can see how you might be a bit frustrated at this
point."
"Well, yeah, but I hear the guy finally get the door open and he yells out,
'Who you been with now, you witch?' The girl says, 'Nobody, honey, now calm
down.'"
Well, the guy starts tearing up the room. I hear him tear the door off the
closet and throw it across the room. I'm thinking, 'Boy, I'm glad I didn't
hide in there.' Then I hear him lift up the bed and throw it across the
room. Good thing I didn't hide under there either. Then I heard him say,
'What's that over there by the window?' I think, 'Oh God, I'm dead meat
now.'
But, the blonde by now is trying real hard to distract him and convince him
to stop looking. Well, I hear the guy go into the bathroom and I hear water
running for a long time; I figure maybe he's gonna take a bath or something,
when all of a sudden, the jerk pours a pitcher of scalding hot water out of
the window right on top of my head. I mean, look at this, I got second
degree burns all over my scalp and shoulders!"
The bartender says, "Oh man, that would have gotten me mad for sure." "No,
that didn't really bother me. Next, the guy starts slamming the window shut
over and over on my hands. I mean, look at my fingers. They're a bloody
mess. I can hardly hold onto this glass."
The bartender looks at the guy's hands and says, "Yeah, buddy, I can
understand why you are so upset."
"No, that wasn't what really got me so angry though."
The bartender then asks in exasperation, "Well, then, what did finally make
you anger?"
*"Well, I was hanging on the window, and I turned around and looked down--I
was only about six inches off the ground."*
