Had a few beers at Raffe's yesterday with some guys from cirque du velos. Got hungry on the way home and decided a West Coast turkey burger from Hueys hasn't been consumed in a while. I roll in solo, sit at the bar no doubt, and order my burger and a Stella from the seasoned veteran of a bartender. You can tell if a bartender has 30+yrs in the business by the incredible lack of hygiene, stained t-shirt, mom jeans, and a tattoo on the forearm. While sippin on my Stella, veteran bartender (whom will be referred to as "Kenny" from here forward) is determined to change the channel on the TV. While currently playing football, Kenny grabs the remote and begins to channel surf. Since it is DirecTV, I get to see a brief text describing the program playing currently at the top of the screen. As Kenny is surfing, he comes across "Women's High School Swimming" and stops. Immediately I decide if this stays on, I am getting another beer. He then casually keeps surfing, only to stop, and reverse his surf so that we soon come across "Women's High School Swimming" again! Hell Yeah! I am on the verge of calling and inviting others to come meet me to watch, boosting Kenny's tip income for the evening, along with Hueys food and liquor sales. Like a true dick, Kenny then changes it back to the original football that was previously playing! I am now frustrated mentally after watching that horrific use of remote control power, lost my semi, and am just ready to eat my dry-ass turkey burger so I can leave.
Thanks Kenny! I can watch black dudes in tights chase a damn ball around a field any day, but when an opportunity presents itself to stare at hot, fit, prepubescent girls while drinking a beer, without having to worry about any legal repercussions; you seize that motha-fu*king opportunity Kenny!
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