So after work on Monday night, I figure what the hell, perhaps some of my friends are at the shack, or at least someone I know. I'll go in for a drink.
I pull up, find a parking space in the dirt parking lot, theres' a massive que to get into mercury, and the place looks packed.
I collect my backpack from the back seat and I lock my car before heading up stairs to do a quick recce.
I don't see anyone familiar, but as I'm going to the bar where we usually shoot pool, some guy actually stops me and asks me.
"Are you German?"
"No why?"
"Well cus you have a backpack."
I then asked him, if he was a local, and he said he was.
Ok tough guy, whatever.
So I go to the bar get some 'cake' and put my bag down.
Then I go to the table he's playing at, take a sip of my milk stout, and ask him if he's next on the table.
I put a coin down, and ask him if he wants to play singles.
Its my turn.
I then say, wanna make it interesting. Want to play for R20?
He goes yeah sure.
He sets up.
I take his hunters off the table and tell him not to put it there.
I break.
He takes a cocky lead.
I start sinking balls.
The fact that he's play for a whole twenty south african rand starts to get to him, he starts making mistakes.
I win.
I shake his hand and grab the money, to which he askes,
"you want to play again?"
"No you called me German."
Fuck you asshole for trying to be funny. I hope I taught you a lesson in respect you snotty little double up shooting prick. I hope I humbled you.
P.S. Who's laughing now bitch.
Geoff out.
4 comments:
This post was fucking hilarious and would have been perfect if you didnt include the last paragraph (The one beginning with fuck you)
and we should totally start playing pool for cash. maybe that'll put the motivation that i need back into the game.
Play for serious money next time. Like a few hundred bucks. Then see the pressure mount.
Oh. And I'm buying a pool table.
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