WHINING AND DINING

“I was in line for the washroom at a bar, and this smelly guy next to me started ranting about how he hates waiting, blah blah. On my way back to my table, I saw an old college classmate. We chatted for a bit, and then she asked me where the restroom was. I warned her: ‘Watch out for the weirdo. He won’t shut up, and he smells like an ashtray’. As I said that, the man himself emerged, and my classmate said, ‘ Uh, him?’ I nodded, and she snapped, ‘That’s my fiancé’. I tried to explain that I was kidding, but she just smiled stiffly, told me she hoped I’d enjoy my wine, and left. Awkward.”