Isn't there some movie that says something about Texas, steers and queers? [;)]

I have had lots of random things happen to me at bars. Seen girls pull down their tops for money, while in the men's room. Seen people get kicked out for getting high in the bathroom. Other random stupidity... But by far, the strangest ever event occurred when a good friend and I were at a packed college bar. Some girl came up to the bar and started talking trash to my friend while she was ordering a drink. It was so loud I could barely hear their conversation. I went to the bathroom and my friend was trying to save my seat, but this girl had convinced some random dude that didn't even know her to take the stool. I told him to move and he didn't even though he said he didn't know her. My friend and this girl were yelling at each other at this point. I yelled at the guy and called him every name in the book. He wouldn't budge. Finally my friend gave up arguing with this girl and we left. Both of us were shaking mad. Bizarre and random, this girl decided to start crap with us out of the blue.

That sucks but at least it was the other guy that got kicked out. The weirdest thing that ever happened to me may have been almost 10 years ago at a local sports bar that my roommates and I would frequent. We always got special service from our favorite waitress because we would tip absurd amounts if money every weekend. On busy event nights we'd be the only ones to get actual glass glasses. Then one day she didn't take our table and was ignoring us. Finally she told us she was pissed that we didn't tip her the previous week. We certainly didn't stiff her on purpose. I don't see how we could have forgotten. Maybe someone stole it before she grabbed the bill. Either way, we couldn't prove it and we didn't know what to do. I think we pretty much slowed down our visits to that bar after that.

Having Guiness at The Lions Head in Edmonton after climbing with Beerchronic and a couple others. There was poker playing on the radio. No TVs, just poker on the radio.... announcer describing the players facial expressions and everything. No one starting beef or anything, just wierd

This is definately the weirdest moment I've ever had in a bar. You have to remember that I'm built like Rudy, only I'm 6-foot-nuthin but still weigh 100-and-nuthin. In other words, I do not cut an intimidating figure. Imagine the scarecrow from the Wizard of Oz (just about as smart too). Ok. Here it is: One Friday night two of my teacher colleagues, my wife and I were at the local bar. (Notice I said "the" local bar.) This drunken, overweight, good ol' boy redneck saunters past us and says something crude to Amanda. Now I've had a few, and even though this guy is easily the equivalent of three of me, I decide that I can not just let this pass. I utter the first fightin' words that pop into my head. "DO YOU BITE YOUR THUMB AT ME, SIR?" Dead silence and a dumbfounded look. So I repeat myself. "I said, 'DO YOU BITE YOUR THUMB AT ME, SIR?'" Still silent, but people are starting to look in my general direction. I figure I had better make something of this before he swings at me. "Look, this is how this is played. I, standing in as Abraham of the house of Montague say "Do you bite your thumb at me sir?" Then you, standing in as Samson of the house of Capulet say, "No sir, do not bite my thumb at you sir, but I do bite my thumb." Now are we going to play this game or what? Let's try it again, huh?" Very slow and deliberately: DO YOU BITE YOUR THUMB AT ME, SIR? And nothing. The guy had no idea what to make of any of this, so he mutters a weak "you're fuckin' nuts" and walks away. And that, boys and girls, is how Shakespeare saved me from getting my ass pummeled in a bar fight.

Love it. [:)]

quote: Originally posted by jlozier This is definately the weirdest moment I've ever had in a bar. You have to remember that I'm built like Rudy, only I'm 6-foot-nuthin but still weigh 100-and-nuthin. In other words, I do not cut an intimidating figure. Imagine the scarecrow from the Wizard of Oz (just about as smart too). Ok. Here it is: One Friday night two of my teacher colleagues, my wife and I were at the local bar. (Notice I said "the" local bar.) This drunken, overweight, good ol' boy redneck saunters past us and says something crude to Amanda. Now I've had a few, and even though this guy is easily the equivalent of three of me, I decide that I can not just let this pass. I utter the first fightin' words that pop into my head. "DO YOU BITE YOUR THUMB AT ME, SIR?" Dead silence and a dumbfounded look. So I repeat myself. "I said, 'DO YOU BITE YOUR THUMB AT ME, SIR?'" Still silent, but people are starting to look in my general direction. I figure I had better make something of this before he swings at me. "Look, this is how this is played. I, standing in as Abraham of the house of Montague say "Do you bite your thumb at me sir?" Then you, standing in as Samson of the house of Capulet say, "No sir, do not bite my thumb at you sir, but I do bite my thumb." Now are we going to play this game or what? Let's try it again, huh?" Very slow and deliberately: DO YOU BITE YOUR THUMB AT ME, SIR? And nothing. The guy had no idea what to make of any of this, so he mutters a weak "you're fuckin' nuts" and walks away. And that, boys and girls, is how Shakespeare saved me from getting my ass pummeled in a bar fight.

I must a) only go to boring bars or b) don't spend enough time in bars. I can't for the life of me think of one odd/interesting thing that has ever happened. Just shooting pool and throwing darts and drinking.

quote: Originally posted by jlozier This is definately the weirdest moment I've ever had in a bar. You have to remember that I'm built like Rudy, only I'm 6-foot-nuthin but still weigh 100-and-nuthin. In other words, I do not cut an intimidating figure. Imagine the scarecrow from the Wizard of Oz (just about as smart too). Ok. Here it is: One Friday night two of my teacher colleagues, my wife and I were at the local bar. (Notice I said "the" local bar.) This drunken, overweight, good ol' boy redneck saunters past us and says something crude to Amanda. Now I've had a few, and even though this guy is easily the equivalent of three of me, I decide that I can not just let this pass. I utter the first fightin' words that pop into my head. "DO YOU BITE YOUR THUMB AT ME, SIR?" Dead silence and a dumbfounded look. So I repeat myself. "I said, 'DO YOU BITE YOUR THUMB AT ME, SIR?'" Still silent, but people are starting to look in my general direction. I figure I had better make something of this before he swings at me. "Look, this is how this is played. I, standing in as Abraham of the house of Montague say "Do you bite your thumb at me sir?" Then you, standing in as Samson of the house of Capulet say, "No sir, do not bite my thumb at you sir, but I do bite my thumb." Now are we going to play this game or what? Let's try it again, huh?" Very slow and deliberately: DO YOU BITE YOUR THUMB AT ME, SIR? And nothing. The guy had no idea what to make of any of this, so he mutters a weak "you're fuckin' nuts" and walks away. And that, boys and girls, is how Shakespeare saved me from getting my ass pummeled in a bar fight.