Two cougars walk into a bar…
Conversation in Sophia’s Bar, Thanksgiving Eve 2008
The group: Dale, Adam, Ali, Matt, Myself
Enter: Two 40-year old women (No descriptors necessary except that I think these women must have handed me a caprisun and an orange slice or two back in my AYSO days and neither one seemed aware of her actual age.)
Cougar 1: Hey what are you guys doing out tonight?
Dale: We all live in the area.
Cougar 1: But what are you doing here?
Adam: Uh, well we are seeing our families for Thanksgiving.
<lots of blah blah from the two women. no one on our side is really responding>
Cougar 2: You know our generation (**I find this part rather ridiculous. We are not of the same generation lady. You are almost part of our parents’ generation. She proceeds to talk about “our” generation for the next five minutes.**), our generation is the ME generation. People our age just always want rewards for everything…blah blah blah
Me: Well wouldn’t that be the product of poor parenting?
Cougar 2: Nah! I just tend to blame the future generation.
Cougar 2: (to Dale) You’re really tall! That’s sooo hot!
Dale: (nods)
Adam: (nods obviously towards door)
Cougar 2: (out of nowhere) You know my girlfriend masturbated to Obama earlier today.
Dale: Uh, you really don’t know us that well.
Cougar 2: What’s to know??
And that was our cue to exit. As a sidenote, I don’t think I know anyone THAT well that I care for those details.
