The weather cooperated for the most part today and I managed to make the delivery in WI a day early. While I was waiting for the crane to show up I called the office and let them know that I had made it a day early, would be unloaded soon, and had no intention of doing anything else but drive back towards the yard so I can get my generator repaired tomorrow. Well, have it worked on anyway. They've worked on it twice before already and it still isn't working.
"R" said sure, no problem, head on in once I'm empty. Cool, I decided to throw in the fact that I planned to get a hotel room for tonight. He said ok, just turn in the receipt and he would cover it. Very cool.
I checked in here, had dinner and a few brews at the Appleby's next door, and am going to spend the rest of the night relaxing and acting like a civilized human bean.
I was talking with a woman sitting next to me at the bar in Appleby's. She seemed nice enough, but made a point of saying that she didn't care for men with beards. Oh really? Why is that? I asked. Closet lesbian? She stuttered and stammered a denial. I told her that it must be true as a beard is a very masculine trait and since she preferred a more feminine smooth face she must be a closet lesbian.
She stammered about a bit before my grin finally clued her in that I was yanking her chain. She gave me a light slap on the arm and told me I was a "bad boy" for teasing her that way, and admitted that she probably had it coming for bringing it up in the first place.
The whole time the bartender was trying like hell to keep from laughing his ass off at her.
Hell, I was just being nice and having a conversation. It was her bad for assuming that I was trying to pick her up. Conceited woman. She wasn't even my type as I prefer women who don't have a moustache.