Horsing Around: Level 99
(My sister is a waitress at a bar and restaurant. She comes home one day with this very interesting story. She’s in the kitchen and the bartender runs back into the kitchen.)
Bartender: “I can’t do it!”
Sister: “Can’t do what?”
Bartender: *wheezing* “Go. Look.”
(My sister goes to the bar. There is a woman in a head-to-toe — hoof? — fursuit of a horse, waiting at the bar.)
Sister: “Um… What can I get you?”
Horse Girl: “[Alcohol], please.”
Sister: “Can I see your ID?”
Horse Girl: *takes off horse head and hands her her ID*
Sister: *red-faced, nearly crying trying not to laugh* “A horse in a bar, huh?”
Horse Girl: *nonchalantly* “Yeah?”
(Horse Girl does not see the humor in this.)
Sister: “So… where’re you heading?”
Horse Girl: “To the convention center to watch a wrestling match.”
Sister: *nearly losing it* “Which convention center?”
Horse Girl: “Uh… The one right next door?”
Sister: *stares at her expectantly*
Horse Girl: “The Trotter?”
Sister: *f****** loses it*