A Gentleman’s Etiquette

So I went into work Friday morning with the intention of getting a bunch of stuff done …

And I actually did.

I was a high volume, working machine … despite gabbing on the phone with Singer, chatting on-line with Miss Daisy (including playing to a draw in multiple games of tic-tac-toe) and e-mailing with Sister.

So around 2:30 pm Miss Daisy mentions to me that he and Sister are leaving work at 3:00 pm to grab a Friday afternoon beer or two and invites me to join them. I decline, intending to work more, and we then briefly discuss drinking locations where they are considering.

I then e-mailed Sister mentioning that I thought they should go to a place other than Fridays (which is our usual Wednesday tailgate spot) … to which she quickly replied by providing an intended location along with an invitation to join her and Miss Daisy for a drink.

Again, intending to continue working, I declined by saying such.

And Sister responded with a short, three word reply …

High Maintenance. Whatever.

I was flabbergasted. Totally stunned. It was as if I had somehow e-mailed myself …

Sister was tossing Amy-speak in my face !! πŸ™‚

That was totalling something I would say … and I was so stunned by it … my reaction was purely instinctive as I punched out my reply …

Yeah right. I’ll be there.

Hmmmm … I think I had just been manipulated !! πŸ™‚

Amyways … the bar Sister had selected was on the way to BFE, so it was conveniently located for her and Miss Daisy … it was at place we had never frequented before … and surprised us by being a really nice place.

Sister ran into someone she knew there … a friend from high school … so I sat next to Miss Daisy and ordered a Bud Light.

And we talked while nursing our drinks … Well, technically I nursed mine. Miss Daisy dominated his.

When all of the sudden the bartender brings us each a refill without us even asking … granted, that’s something that most bartenders in Michigan and Illinois are contractually obligated to do for Singer, Hottie, Sister and Miss Daisy … but being the light drinker of The UnUsual Suspects, I was surprised by the act and decided to at least give the bartender a quizzical look.

*quizzical look*

It’s their 62nd wedding anniversary and they are buying a round for the bar,” she says, pointing to an older couple at the other end of the bar.

Ahhhhhh … isn’t that sweet ?? They were quite the talkers and struck up a conversation with Sister, who was sitting closer to them than MD and myself. A picture of the pair at their 50th wedding anniversary in 1989 was passed along (which makes the math for this being their 62nd wedding anniversary simply NOT work, but who’s counting, the beer was free) and we were informed they had been married since he was 19 and her 18. (Making him at least 81 years old, depending on whose math you’re using.)

We had been married 30 years before she realized I had a drinking problem … and that was because I finally came home sober that day.

The gentleman was quite the charmer and entertainer !! πŸ™‚

So as the three of us got up to leave (after Sister bought the round, thanks !!!) … I walked down to where the happy couple were located to wish them a happy anniversary and thank then for their free beer.

I placed my hand on the gentleman’s back and said just that. The man turns around, looks at me and then says …

Wait, wait … stay right there.

Huh? I wonder what I did.

He slides off the bar stool, stands up, turns around to face me, takes my hand I offered him to shake into his two hands … lights up this big smile and looks in my eyes and says …

I always stand for a lady. You’re very welcome dear.

LOL Wasn’t that just toooo sweet ?? πŸ™‚ I wanted to hug him, but unfortunately … I was in boy mode, having come straight from the office to the bar. And the friend Sister had run into at the bar was standing right next to me … and I had been introduced to him as Joe Hairdy … and there was a fairly decent chance that he overheard the gentleman’s statement.

So there I was … presented with a modern-aged delimma …

Do I suggest I’m a guy or do I go along with his original perception?

As if it was even a questiooon. I didn’t know Sister’s friend from Adam, or should I say Michael?, and I had someone feeding my ego with some old guy flirting …

So I immediately flashed him the award winning Amy-smile combined with the patented Amy-headtilt … a brutal combination of disgusting perkiness if I must say so myself … and said …

Oh, thank you sooo much. I’m so happy for you two. Happy Anniversary. I wish you the best and thank you again.

I then scurried, yes scurried, out of the bar to catch up with MD and Sister …

Not looking back once,

But smiling my ass off … πŸ™‚

What a nice way to end the work week !

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6 Comments

  1. I figured I was a pretty safe distance from him … but you never know … hmmmm, no response to the observation you were using Amy-speak? lol πŸ™‚

  2. That is so funny about the ole guy. My friend from high school emailed me today and didn’t mention any funny happenings, so I doubt he caught it. Comin from our parts, you don’t need to worry much bout people catchin on to such stuff.

  3. Reminds me of a period of about two months when I was living with my parents and I’d been on hormones about six months. My hair was short and I dressed in boy clothes but despite a baggy shirt my breasts and figure were hard to overlook. It was a strange time.

  4. There’s no guarantee I won’t find trouble once my dual life ceases !! πŸ™‚

    Yeah … I know, it has created a few uncomfortable, delicate situations. Thank gawd it’s coming to a close … I mainly only have such situations now when I stop someplace on my way home from work … but since my days working as a boy are in the final countdown … such will shortly cease.

  5. This dual life is going to get you into trouble! πŸ˜‰

    That was awfully sweet of the old guy to do. It’s too bad you couldn’t give him the patented Amy hug instead of the nice handshake! Good thing he wasn’t a hand kisser!!! heehee

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