AJ Roadster NJ
12-30-2011, 10:48 AM
Went to a wake last night in a very old Italian section of Joisey. When I mean old Italian, I mean it looked like the set of Goodfellas including guys standing in the street speaking Italian. Whatever.
After the wake, a few of us decided to take the opportunity to enjoy some really good Italian food, so we went to a nearby restaurant. Unfortunately, it was BYOB so while everyone else settled in I popped down the street to a liquor store to get some Chianti Classico, always a good choice with Italian.
As I'm standing in line to pay, there are two well-dressed young guys in front of me, standing at the counter, arguing about who's going to pay the $20 for the wine they're buying. Each one is insisting that he wants to pay, the other is saying no I'll pay. As they argue, each is holding a thick wad of several thou in cold hard green. Finally they decide that they'll split it at $10 each. Duh.
A quiet descended once they quit their banter. In that silence, my cellphone rang. Well, rang might not be the right word. My ringtone is the sound of a pump action shotgun being pumped and discharged repeatedly. I fumbled trying to get it out of my suitcoat pocket and it went off maybe five times before I managed to take the call.
The looks I got from those boys, you wouldn't believe. The cold stares from the proprietors were brutal. I have no idea what the people behind me looked like because I didn't turn around to see.
Think I'll change that ringtone.
AJ
After the wake, a few of us decided to take the opportunity to enjoy some really good Italian food, so we went to a nearby restaurant. Unfortunately, it was BYOB so while everyone else settled in I popped down the street to a liquor store to get some Chianti Classico, always a good choice with Italian.
As I'm standing in line to pay, there are two well-dressed young guys in front of me, standing at the counter, arguing about who's going to pay the $20 for the wine they're buying. Each one is insisting that he wants to pay, the other is saying no I'll pay. As they argue, each is holding a thick wad of several thou in cold hard green. Finally they decide that they'll split it at $10 each. Duh.
A quiet descended once they quit their banter. In that silence, my cellphone rang. Well, rang might not be the right word. My ringtone is the sound of a pump action shotgun being pumped and discharged repeatedly. I fumbled trying to get it out of my suitcoat pocket and it went off maybe five times before I managed to take the call.
The looks I got from those boys, you wouldn't believe. The cold stares from the proprietors were brutal. I have no idea what the people behind me looked like because I didn't turn around to see.
Think I'll change that ringtone.
AJ