Back on my birthday, my wonderful wife procured two tickets to the Wings game here in Atlanta on Tuesday. The Wings lost 7-6 in what was an excellent game. In a couple strokes of luck, a friend and coworker of mine was in town working with me. Knowing he's a big hockey fan, I invited him and the others we were working with to the game as well. He was the only one to decide to join us. Since my wife picked up our tickets months ago and because the Wings tend to be a draw where ever they go, we didn't think Jim would be able to sit anywhere near us and were pleasantly surprised when he was able to purchase tickets in our section and when no one showed up to sit in the seats around us. Unfortunately for Jim, that allowed the following conversations:
Me: (While wife was gone to the restroom)Jim, I need to go to the restroom - watch my wife's purse please
Which Jim, being the gentleman he is, did so without complaint. The unfortunate part comes in later when:
Jim: I've got to go to the restroom. I'll be right back...
Me: No problem. (waits until he is halfway down the row and then shout) I'll watch your purse for you!
Jim didn't come back to his seat, even after all of the laughter died down. He then proceeded to run over a guy three times trying to leave the parking lot in such a rush.
2 comments:
Was that you with the Fire Millen sign behind the penalty box?
Nope, but I'm hoping one of Chad Johnson's celebrations this weekend includes a "Fire Millen" sign...
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