My favorite bartender was running her mouth about being fast. I'm pretty damned fast myself, so I tell her I'd smoke her in a race, and I'll do it barefoot. She says she'll run barefoot then to, and our target is the no parking sign at the end of the parking lot. (Fire hydrant, hence said sign.) She gets the manager to be the one who says go, not to mention clearly thinks we are both retarded, and off we go. I beat her off the line, but she beat me to the sign by about a foot.
I left 50 bucks on the bar and said all I wanted was bragging rights when I beat you. Afterwards she tells me to keep my money, because she has bragging rights. I am so pissed right now. We might need to play badminton for vengence.
I left 50 bucks on the bar and said all I wanted was bragging rights when I beat you. Afterwards she tells me to keep my money, because she has bragging rights. I am so pissed right now. We might need to play badminton for vengence.