Unfiltered Story #28001

Unfiltered | February 6, 2016

I make plans to have a girls’ night out at a bar I’ve had in mind for a while. I know what I’m getting myself into walking in, so I’m as calm as ever. My girlfriends and I have been seated for a couple hours when several college age men seat near me and become loud very quickly. I’ve had a few drinks at this point, but not enough to completely cloud my judgment.

Man #1: *spies me and my crew and turns to speak to his friends* I don’t know about the rest of you, but as for me, I can’t trust anything that bleeds for five days and doesn’t die.

Since he was being so loud, I just had to say something, so I whip around in my seat. My friends just sit back and enjoy the show.

Me: Not to intrude, but just a friendly reminder that we don’t have any control over that. And for the record, I find it difficult to trust anything with two heads and only one brain.

All of his friends: Oh man! She really got you!

Man #1: *Childishly* Shut up.

Me: *unsure if that was directed at me or his friends* A word of advice: Don’t start something you can’t finish.