So, Steve and I go to play pool at Lucky Bar in Dupont. We're just a couple of guys out with our group waiting for the next game, and Steve has already made it apparent that he and I are playing the next game. Balls are racked and I'm waiting to get the "all-clear" to break, when this 45 year-old-long-haired-chain-smoking bar-fly comes in with this incredibly sarcastic, "hello, how are we doing," like I'm 5 or something. This condescending tone does not go far with me.

So I explain that we have next game and he says through nicotine soaked teeth, "Oh, no, I won so I play. If you don't like that, talk to the house," and points to like, the full-length mirror or some mermaid carving, or whatever. So, I looked around just to check where we were again, and said, in my kindest "go-f-yourself" voice, "That's funny, cause we're not technically in a pool-hall so really, there is no 'house' and you have no legitimate argument."

So now I know he's drunk cause his eye's roll back and he more forms the words rather than says, "why don't you act like an adult and...see now you're asking for favors, and you're like a child asking his daddy for...for favors." And now we're causing a small scene as my meetin group has congregated to watch what I said next to the "king of the pool table". I said, "Yeah, and we're adults here, and we don't argue over a game of pool." In the end I walked away, making some comment about "playing with himself because that's what he's good at anyways" and rejoining the group.

I tell this story not because I want you to think how awesome I am. I tell it because I want you to see anecdotally what this guy looks like so you can NOT be him. Any rational human being should have the wherewithal and class to be like, "Oh, yeah, sure you can play a game of pool, go ahead," without trying to senselessly pick a fight. Remember that sometimes all people want is for you to cut them a break. I make a habit of cutting people breaks of all kinds and at the end of the day it's a good feeling.