one night at gold star (on division) i was sitting at the bar sipping a stella when some heifer/ish chick pulled up a stool and started to hit on me. she asked me what i do for a living, and since i was [caricature that the board knows and loves] i gave her a rather colorful euphemism: i travel through time and space for a living. this resulted in a HUH?! so i had to break it down even simpler: i'm a time traveler.
now if you stop and think about it, welp, as you stopped and thought you technically just traveled through time, and since the earth is perpetually orbiting the sun then you've also just technically moved through space, ergo, "i travel through time and space" is a colorful euphemism for saying i'm doing nothing; but since ol girl was rather daft [you have to be if you're hitting on me] i decided to have some fun with her to test out my powers of bullshitting.
so of course she giggles and starts asking me token stuff about the future, so i tell her to pick a random year and she'd go UHHH, 2428, and i'd spin some trek-style jargon about how that's the year of the tri-concordia accords where the talaxians and the afrika-bambaataans' perpetual enmity spilled into terrestrial earth so the fourth great and bountiful human empire decided to convene three separate commissions at concordia to work out [blah blah blah].
i was doing better at this then that i am now, so she had actually called over a couple'a friends to "get a load of this guy" and i had an audience of three chicks perma-grinning as i was just wielding copious amounts of bullshit at a rather high level. i was waiting for her to ask the inevitable question: "so what are you doing here?" when she got to that i told her that i believe in this timeline you have a television channel called "American Movie Classics" that occasionally has "Movie Marathons" -- well akin to a "Movie Marathon" i'm going through history "marathonning" the great cataclysms of earth, you know pompeii on "volcano day", the 1906 san francisco earthquake, nagasaki, etc. i love to show up in town a day or two before the shit hits the fan and get a sense of what life is like, experience the culture, then kick back and watch it all go to hell as i calmly exit stage left to go on to the next one.
she HAD to ask the inevitable question: "lol, so what's going to happen here in chicago?" - i stuck up my index finger and quickly retorted "interdimensional time-law prohibits me from telling you about events that might or might not affect the integrity of your timeline, but i CAN tell you this with divine providence: don't wear flipflops tomorrow.... it's pretty fucking hard to run from the apocalypse in flip flops, you know what i'm saying?"
i got a standing ovation from the girl and her two friends and just kinda tipped my cap and did a thumbs up and went to freshen up my stella, however the bartender told me "you've clearly had too much already so i'm going to need you to take that last sip of your beer and leave immediately" i was incredulous like "dude, did you see what i did? i just was just bullshitting with a lame girl hitting on me and i did good enough for her to call over two friends and give me a standing ovation, and you're telling me that i'm over-served? what, do you have to suck to be allowed to drink here?" -- "i don't care just please go"
i think i tried coming back ~4-5 months later but the dude working the door saw me and said "oh hell no, dude, no, we've got a bunch of people in there and we're not dealing with
you tonight!"
so yeah, i effectively got kicked out of AND banned from gold star on division for being a time traveler!HONORABLE MENTION: of course, i went back a few years later [as a friend who used to work there was having his "i'm back in town!" reunion there] and while i was outside smoking some chick i hadn't seen in my life b4 came out screaming "I DONT KNOW YOU!!! I DONT KNOW YOU AT ALL!!!" and started physically wailing on me with kicks/punches/spit to such an extent that my forearms and shins were completely bruised for weeks. so after she wailed on me for ~2-3mins straight some chick comes outside and grabs her and pulls her away, putting her arm around her consoling her while the doorman comes outside and goes "ok, you're going to have to go right now" and i'm like "so let me get this straight.... i'm standing outside minding my own business and some chick i've ever seen before comes outside screaming I DONT KNOW YOU!!! can physically assault me and spit on me nonstop and *I* get kicked out? ...for getting randomly assaulted for no reason?" -- "dude, just go!" -- "seriously, fuck this bar this place is some kind of a fucking joke for people i can pretty honestly say that i'm better than!"
TLDR = so with just 1 bar, gold star chicago, i've been kicked out + banned for being a time traveler, and i've also been kicked out for having some girl i've never seen before come outside and physically assault me to such an extent that my forearms and shins were bruised for a week+ afterwards (maybe when i was blocking all of her attacks i shouldnt have been like "you suck at this, let me help you!" and punched myself in the head a few times, but what can i say? it was like keanu yawning while blocking the agent's kung-fu with one hand at the end of the matrix =) --- TLDR TLDR = FUCK GOLD STAR!
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Curious Hair wrote:
Les Grobstein's huge hog is proof that God has a sense of humor, isn't it?