Monday, June 12, 2006
Yeah, that's right. Bob got game. I know, because he showed me how it's done.
We go into Home Depot. Where we live at least part of the time these days. In an effort to show a young man how to impress a lady Bob asked me to get in line seperately so no one would know we were together. Then he proceeded to display his talents for the fella (who just happens to work there at the depot)

Bob approaches the little check out gal with his items. As she's ringing him up, he smiles all charming like, and asks ....... "Is that a prison tattoo on the back of your neck?"

"No!" She responds, shocked at the question. "It's my daughter's birth date, weight, and length."

Standing behind Bob in line, try as I might, I could not surpress a little snigger. Ok...ok. It was a full out belly-laugh.

Poor Bob.
 
posted by Crabby at 11:37 AM |


13 Comments:


At 6/12/2006 12:43 PM, Blogger barman

I see Bob has not read "How to Win Friends and Influence People". What an odd question to ask someone. I bet she shared that with a few people.

 

At 6/12/2006 3:38 PM, Blogger Crabby

oh no. That's not an odd one for Bob. He's asked lots odder stuff than that.

 

At 6/12/2006 4:26 PM, Blogger SignGurl

I like Bob!

 

At 6/12/2006 4:29 PM, Blogger Crabby

Ahhhhhhhhh ha ha ha! Shaking head, you would. If the two of you ever meet, Barman and I will have to take turns keeping you two out of trouble. LOL!

 

At 6/12/2006 4:32 PM, Blogger Crabby

Sal, did I "have" you at Home Depot? Or did I "lose" you at Home Depot? LOL!

Say, did I tell ya, I got privacy film for my bathroom window. Now I can leave my blinds up and run around nakie and nobody knows. Still ..... I keep wondering why all those folks keep standing on the other side of the street laughing??????

 

At 6/12/2006 4:50 PM, Blogger barman

Crabcakes, my neighbors lurned to just not look. It's safer that way.

 

At 6/12/2006 7:18 PM, Blogger Crabby

Denny, you know Bob's always happy to help out a fellow girl watcher. LOL!

Barman, mine will too eventually. I figure first time I put the color on my hair and walk around but nakie with a slim head....that oughta do it.

Sal, I'll clear a window panel for ya, baby. Just take your pepto before you peek.

 

At 6/13/2006 12:44 AM, Blogger Mone

Well that was a first, hahahaha.
Maybe you get Bob a book, like "How to impress women at first sigth"...
LOL

 

At 6/13/2006 3:25 AM, Blogger Manny

aaahhahha Bob so has game. hhehe

Funny thing is, he can get away with saying anything.

Prison tatoo. haha

You mean I am suppose to cover my windows before running around naked?

Shit, I messed up.

 

At 6/13/2006 5:09 AM, Blogger Crabby

Jam, labia.

Sal, you can use pepto for anything.

Mone, If I helped Bob, I'd be keeping all these lovely ladies from their daily chuckle. LOL!

Manny, he does have an odd kind of game, doesn't he? The gals around here love him. Yesterday we went into a little family owned south-western restaurant. The gal that waited on us was in training and trailing another server. Bob asked for a number 2. Course there's no such thing as a number 2. But the girl looked and looked trying to figure it out. Finally the guy training her stopped laughing long enough to say, "Naw there isn't a number two. He's being mean again. You'll get used to it."

 

At 6/13/2006 5:49 AM, Blogger Manny

Bob is a blast when we go out to eat.

People just fall in love with him.

He most definitely knows how to treat folks.

He can make anyone feel at ease.

 

At 6/13/2006 5:55 AM, Blogger barman

I worked with someone at work once that was like Bob. He could say anything and not only get away with it but they seemed to love him for it. Me, if I sneeze I get in trouble. Oh well, it is all in the delivery and I just don't got it.

Now about those free peep shows...