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NEVER TRUST A STRANGER
“You’d be wasting your time there mate, she won’t go out with you,” Mick commented between slurps of beer. “Oh I don’t know, she might,” replied Tim, turning to steal another glance at the gorgeous new barmaid.
He’d only just met Mick, his drinking companion who seemed certain that Pamela the new barmaid wouldn’t go out with him. Tim had been enjoying a quiet drink after finishing his nightly session as the hotel’s entertainer. He’d casually mentioned to Mick that Pamela looked a bit of all right, and he was thinking of asking her out.
“Tell you what,” Mick continued, “why don’t we make it interesting, I’ve got fifty dollars here that says she won’t go out with you, classy bird that.”
Tim thought the situation through; as a singer he could write a love song that would melt the hardest of female hearts, then he’d ring the hotel, tell Pamela what he’d done, offer to sing it to her and then ask her out. “Ok you’re on,” he heard himself say.
Tim devoted the next morning to writing his song; Pamela’s heart would melt when she heard it. She’d go out with him, he was sure of that. Now where was his phone?
After an hour’s frantic searching failed to produce his missing phone he came to the conclusion that he must have left it at the hotel the night before. How on earth was he going to ring Pamela? He didn’t want to lose fifty dollars, not to mention the prospect of a romantic stroll along the beach with her.
No matter, he’d include his new song with his repertoire that night, make it the last song of the evening, then ask her out. He could almost feel the fifty dollars burning a hole in his pocket.
The song was everything Tim wanted it to be, the applause made his heart sing. He only had eyes for Pamela though as she stood behind the bar clapping enthusiastically. She’d go out with him alright; he was almost doing her a favor by asking her.
“Go out with you!” Pamela replied. “Oh I don’t think I could do that, my husband wouldn’t like it.”
“Your husband,” Tim gasped, wishing the floor would open up and swallow him; he was starting to feel very foolish.
“Yes that’s him over there,” Pam replied, pointing to where Mick was sitting, a gleeful expression on his face as he waved Tim’s missing phone at him.
“You miserable bastard,” Tim said as he walked over. “How come you’ve got my phone anyway?” Hooked it off the table last night when you were ogling Pam,” Replied Mick. “You didn’t think I’d make it easy for you to phone my missus and pester her for a date did you? Now there’s just a small matter of the fifty dollars you owe me.”
Bob Banner ©