“Two Salads and a Six Pack Please”
An English friend who I will refer to only as ‘two-salads’ forgot to close his tab at the bar one night. He had left his credit card with the barman so the next evening he went down to pick it up. A beer is only one dollar at this bar which is great but the minimum spend on a card is ten, a tragedy for old two-salads who had only bought four beers the night before.
Since he couldn’t close the tab without hitting the minimum spend the barman asked him if he wanted six more beers and, seeing no other option left to him, he confirmed that he did. The bar was pretty much empty so there wasn’t anyone to palm the drinks off to so what could he do but sit down at a booth by himself?
At least this is what he says happened… We have to admit that it was a well oiled story, said with what seemed like genuine anguish, but when Digger and I went for a cheeky Thursday evening tipple and found old two-salads, sitting by himself with a six pack, there was only one conclusion in our minds. We have contacted his mother and advised that he be flown home immediately for help.
To clarify, the nickname is a result of him turning up to our bring-a-dish dinner party with just two salads from the University cafeteria…