Just a Beer Please
Adventures in Suburbia
Rod and I live in classic 'suburbia.' It's New Zealand, but not unlike any typical American suburb. Kids playing in cul de sacs, grandmas gardening on a weekday afternoon, mums taking their children to kindergarten, etc. etc.
However, perhaps unlike America, there is little choice in bars ('pubs') where you can grab a quick drink with a friend after knocking off work at 5pm (now, that's a bit unlike America where it might be 6pm or beyond!).
So, a few months ago, Rod and a few of his work buddies were happy to find a nice, quite bar just around the corner from home. Tucked into a strip mall straddeled by a cute dress shop and linen store. Typical suburbia...
They have now frequented the bar approximately fortnightly (two weekly, for you Americans) and it's become somewhat of a habit. So imagine the shock, while having a 'quiet one' on Thursday night, when Rod and his friend Noel discover something's changed....
As per usual, the boys wander in and order a beer at the bar. They take a seat and begin having a quite serious work conversation. Out of the corner of his eye, Rod notices a waitress who's wandered into the pub from the kitchen . .. . clad in nothing more than a bikini. (it's winter here, now, so this can't be for comfort purposes). Hmmm... that's different, they boys say to themselves. Two married men not interested in such eye candy (so, Rod told me), they kept drinking and talking....
Several minutes later, Rod notices a woman in the corner with a cute skirt and fishnet stockings leaning over the pool table. After a quick glance, it's back to work chat . . . . when a few moments later she straightens up after hitting her shot and to Rod and Noel's utter surprise, she is completely topless!!
'WHAT!' both exclaim and give each other the look as if to say, 'are we dreaming, here!??' The remainder of the work conversation, apparently, was an exercise in focusing on each other and trying not to look at these boobies bouncing aimlessly through the bar.
They finished their beers (I was told they did not order another) and slipped out the door. However, upon leaving they noticed a sign they did not happen to see upon entering: "Topless waitress night each fortnight on Thursdays. All welcome!"
So, if 2 Thursdays from now, Rod is a bit late in getting home, I will have a good idea of where he may be! Shall I believe him when he says he just goes there for the great food??
Heather
Rod and I live in classic 'suburbia.' It's New Zealand, but not unlike any typical American suburb. Kids playing in cul de sacs, grandmas gardening on a weekday afternoon, mums taking their children to kindergarten, etc. etc.
However, perhaps unlike America, there is little choice in bars ('pubs') where you can grab a quick drink with a friend after knocking off work at 5pm (now, that's a bit unlike America where it might be 6pm or beyond!).
So, a few months ago, Rod and a few of his work buddies were happy to find a nice, quite bar just around the corner from home. Tucked into a strip mall straddeled by a cute dress shop and linen store. Typical suburbia...
They have now frequented the bar approximately fortnightly (two weekly, for you Americans) and it's become somewhat of a habit. So imagine the shock, while having a 'quiet one' on Thursday night, when Rod and his friend Noel discover something's changed....
As per usual, the boys wander in and order a beer at the bar. They take a seat and begin having a quite serious work conversation. Out of the corner of his eye, Rod notices a waitress who's wandered into the pub from the kitchen . .. . clad in nothing more than a bikini. (it's winter here, now, so this can't be for comfort purposes). Hmmm... that's different, they boys say to themselves. Two married men not interested in such eye candy (so, Rod told me), they kept drinking and talking....
Several minutes later, Rod notices a woman in the corner with a cute skirt and fishnet stockings leaning over the pool table. After a quick glance, it's back to work chat . . . . when a few moments later she straightens up after hitting her shot and to Rod and Noel's utter surprise, she is completely topless!!
'WHAT!' both exclaim and give each other the look as if to say, 'are we dreaming, here!??' The remainder of the work conversation, apparently, was an exercise in focusing on each other and trying not to look at these boobies bouncing aimlessly through the bar.
They finished their beers (I was told they did not order another) and slipped out the door. However, upon leaving they noticed a sign they did not happen to see upon entering: "Topless waitress night each fortnight on Thursdays. All welcome!"
So, if 2 Thursdays from now, Rod is a bit late in getting home, I will have a good idea of where he may be! Shall I believe him when he says he just goes there for the great food??
Heather
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