Lyin' Eyes
I never would have started to listen to the conversation behind me if the guy, who turned out to be the epitome of douchenesss, hadn't screamed, "Hey guys we're paying $100 bucks a seat to sit here...and it's not Canadian dollars!" at the Dallas Stars bench.
Granted the Dallas Stars weren't playing their best against Edmonton, but even they didn't need to hear the old douche yell at them from his VIP seats behind their bench.
A few minute I heard a young lady ask, "How many kids do you have?"
"I have a boy and a girl," the old douche replied.
"How old are they?" the young lady asked.
"Twenty six and twenty four."
"Wow, you don't look like you'd have a twenty six year old kid." the young lady replied.
I hadn't really paid attention to the young lady and old douche before, but in light of their conversation I had to turn my head to take a look.
'Fuck me.' I thought.
The young lady was in her early twenties and dressed like she was going to a club, not a Dallas Stars game. And the old douche. He looked like the fucking crypt keeper himself. Albeit a much fatter version. I'm not sure if it was a date. Or if she was an escort. But they were together at the Dallas Stars game and she was more than likely younger than his children.
"Thank you," he said to the young lady. "I try and take care of myself."
"I can tell." She purred. "Are we going to go out after the game?"
"Where do you want to go?" the old douche asked.
"Somewhere fun." the young lady replied.
Until I BLOG again...I guess every form of refuge has its price.
Granted the Dallas Stars weren't playing their best against Edmonton, but even they didn't need to hear the old douche yell at them from his VIP seats behind their bench.
A few minute I heard a young lady ask, "How many kids do you have?"
"I have a boy and a girl," the old douche replied.
"How old are they?" the young lady asked.
"Twenty six and twenty four."
"Wow, you don't look like you'd have a twenty six year old kid." the young lady replied.
I hadn't really paid attention to the young lady and old douche before, but in light of their conversation I had to turn my head to take a look.
'Fuck me.' I thought.
The young lady was in her early twenties and dressed like she was going to a club, not a Dallas Stars game. And the old douche. He looked like the fucking crypt keeper himself. Albeit a much fatter version. I'm not sure if it was a date. Or if she was an escort. But they were together at the Dallas Stars game and she was more than likely younger than his children.
"Thank you," he said to the young lady. "I try and take care of myself."
"I can tell." She purred. "Are we going to go out after the game?"
"Where do you want to go?" the old douche asked.
"Somewhere fun." the young lady replied.
Until I BLOG again...I guess every form of refuge has its price.
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