elpresidenteALO: I staying with some friends in Miami. We were going to go to see the Pink Lincolns but the show was canceled due to a stabbing. One of the guys we were skating with said there was a band playing at the skating rink by his house in Liberty City. This was '85 or '86 so Liberty City was fairly dangerous back then but teenagers are invulnerable so we loaded up and went.So when
a particular individual: When I lived in Terre Haute, there was an Amish community down the road. One of them had a monkey named Gerton. It probably had an umlaut or something, but it was pretty chill. One day at the farmer's market I saw Gerton sitting on his keeper's shoulder, eating an acorn. (One of those really big ones, the size of a lime.) I asked the guy (I think his name was Holger) why it was necessary to dress up Gerton in a Cinderella outfit, and he said "Because it's Saturday." Apparently on Saturdays, Gerton got to choose his own clothes. The rest of the week, it was the standard issue Amish uniform.And that's all I've got to say about that.
Goimir: My first day in Pittsburgh. I was looking for work, having found nothing in the poconos, a rather touristy region of woods in northeastern Pennsylvania. I had struck out so many times with want ads, online ads, and Craigslist in the previous 3 months and realized this town was different. So I kicked it old school. I walked about 3 miles from upper Lawrenceville down to the Strip district. I went into every small business I found and asked if they needed anyone with my skillset, or if they knew of anyone who might hire me. Halfway through the walk I was thirsty. I saw a bar. Fairly unimposing, looked like a dive so they wouldn't mind if I were sweaty (it was August).So I walk into Art's. Inside the first door there's a sign saying "nobody under 30 admitted". I smiled, thinking I don't have to deal with any bullshiat kids needing knocked off their barstool while I repose and maybe talk to people a bit to get a lead. I hear blues playing.It's when I open the second door that all hell breaks loose. The jukebox stops. I hear a dozen glasses hit the bar within the span of a second and a half. The whole place goes silent and then whispers are heard as I walk to an empty seat towards the middle of the bar.As I'm sitting down, I realize why. It's mid afternoon. There are about 20 people here, and I'm the only white guy. The bartender walks over and says "can I help you?"I think for a moment. I don't want to just leave because that might make things worse. "Gin and tonic" I say. I lay a fin on the bar and tap it afterwards. The bartender walks away, comes back with my drink. I know he took the five, but I can't tell you if he brought me change or not. I know I didn't pick any money off the bar. I just drank my drink at a somewhat hurried pace, half the place watching me. Conversation started back up slowly. Once my drink was done I made a somewhat hasty retreat.I guess I learned to roll with the punches looking back on that. I didn't learn it that day, but in fact afterwards reflecting on what happened there. Now my motto is "be chill and be me", and yes, there's still that awkward silence that happens when I walk into a place like that but I just do my thing and everything's normal after the first drink or two.
Goimir: My first day in Pittsburgh. ....
Fat Old Broad: I'm weird and an introvert. Seems like I'm always out of my element.
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HaywoodJablonski: My name's Donnie, so....
Recoil Therapy: some_beer_drinker: [m.popkey.co image 500x264]ya'all are slippin'HaywoodJablonski: My name's Donnie, so....Ahem....
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