Canadian Politics Today

I went to one of my favorite local watering holes, the Kim City Roadkill Bar and Grill, after work tonight to watch the hockey game and attempt to flirt with sexy bartenders.

Some middle aged drunk guy with a horseshoe moustache came over and sat down with me and decided he was my new best friend. It was extremely unpleasant.  He was very loud and very dumb. I didn't want to cause a scene, but was sorely tempted to tell him to **** off, or to put my right fist under his left ear and give him a nice nap to sleep it off.

After about 15 minutes-- it seemed much longer-- of this Heironymus Bosch style torment, the manager showed up and sat down nearby with a couple of friends.  I told Horseshoe Moustache guy "oh! My friends are here!" and went over and sat with them.  The manager is a 350 pound guy who looks like a Hell's Angel wearing a suit, so he's pretty intimidating.  And I go there often enough that he is at least casually friendly with me and recognized the problem.  And Horseshoe Moustache Guy didn't follow me. So that turned out ok.

There are few things you could do to make yourself look as seedy as a horseshoe moustache makes you look.  What more visible symbol of bad judgment is there?  Possibly a Truck-Nuts trailer-hitch cover on your truck, but that's about all I can think of.

 -k