Passing the shooter bar, I was called over by a couple of nice looking and well dressed young ladies who were involved in a discussion over who had the nicer set of boobs.
One of them reached out and grabbed both my hands, placing them square on her tig 'ol bitties, saying, "Nice aren't they?".
Before I could respond I felt a tap on my shoulder from a man identifying himself as her husband...ever had your life flash before your eyes?
I did. Right there.
Calmly she told her hubby, "It's ok dear, he works here...he's a professional." and he was good with that. "She saved my life", I thought to myself so I bought all three of them drinks and went back to work.
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