Some friends and I went to Shadyside's Jam on Walnut last night. We were hanging out on the sidewalk, listening to the bands play. Two of the Miller Lite girls, one blonde and one brunette, came walking down Walnut into the crowd around the stage and stopped in the street just in front of us. A guy in a plaid white jacket that was too big for him, jeans, and brown shoes walked up and started talking to the blonde one. It was one of those situations where you can just look at the interaction and know the guy has no chance with her... and knows it.
After he left, I went up to her and ask what he said suspecting it was something I could probably ridicule. She said she didn't know and couldn't understand him. Apparently he was foreign. I made some crack about the size of his sports coat and questioned the nerdy tablet PC she was carrying (I know... I'm one to talk, right?). She was collecting "Rules For Men" for the Miller Lite commercials. So I gave her the rule, "Never buy a drink for a girl you've just met," which got a smile from both of them. I asked them what rules other guys had been giving them knowing full well that they'd probably be stupid average guy rules or attempts at picking the girls up, but they didn't remember any. A guy as old as my mom, wearing a baseball hat came up and started talking to the brunette. I whispered to the blonde that we should get a rule from the guy; so I tap the guy on the shoulder, pull him over, and tell him that this girl needs a rule for her tablet. He writes, "All Miller Lite girls should hug any guy drinking Miller Lite," and of course he's drinking Miller Lite. I give it a minute before saying, "Glad I'm not drinking Miller Lite." Neither of them end up giving the guy a hug. I felt bad for the guy, but oh well. When he walked off, I asked them (since that one was pretty bad) what were the worst pick up lines they've heard doing their job, but, surprizingly, they said they don't really get many. The brunette said the worst was like, "You're pretty." How boring is that. I probably should have made fun of them for not being hott enough to get enough attention to hear one or two off-the-wall, stupid lines. Instead, I wanted to know if there was anything worth knowing about them; so I asked what they had going for them besides "being pretty." Found out that the blonde is a fifth grade teacher, but the brunette had little to say. Eventually, they had to get back to work in Doc's.
It was a good night.
