You play pool, Mike? Yeah, Why do you ask? You got a crease on your pants.
The Fox and Hound
I was invited tonight to go shoot pool. I really haven't interacted with the peers at work, so I felt a little peer pressure into going and agreed to spend a few hours in addition to the nine I already chalked up with them in a social environment. We hit the Fox and Hound right after work. T, the Austin territory sales mgr, RG, the north Tx territory sales mgr and JW, the ops mgr, all arrived ahead of me. Two minutes ahead of me, to be exact, and when I walk in, they A.) Already have a table B.) Already have the balls racked and C.) Already have beers. These guys really have it together... Especially as the place is located directly in the center of the Telecom corridor of Dallas, and during the week is empty at 5pm, then completely packed to capacity at 5:05pm...
The Games
We each tossed a penny on the table and broke into partners with whoever had the same coin side come up. That done we played. For four hours. Damage for four guys' rental of a table for four hours? Twenty bucks. I paid. Woa, I'm sooo generous. This might be a regular thing. T and I went up by four games early on, but ended up defeating ourselves with low probability shots resulting in an inadvertent 8ball drop on several games, so RG and JW pretty much kept the game tally even this way. Man are they competitive! Nine hours at work of:
Heya buddy!
Sure buddy!
You got it buddy!
Disintegrates in the midst of a neck and neck run of pool matches to:
Let's change rotation. I'm tired of shooting after this Fucker...
That'll shut muscle mouth up...
I was astounded at the Jekyll and Hyde in these guys. On walking out at the end of the evening it was:
Sure buddy!
You got it buddy!
See ya, buddy!
Amazing...
The Plumber Effect in full-force.
Midway through the evening a quintuplet of Nubile young women came into the place and took a table behind ours. Picture five women in low-rise jeans. Picture them in little belly shirts. Picture them all leaning forward into the table. Picture them on barstools without backs. Picture them without underwear. Plumber factor in full effect. Asses halfway out. Giggity, Giggity. I actually would prefer to see an exposed thong instead, but I, like my peers, am not too holier-than-thou not to leer...
Being guys, we developed a system where both teams would stand strategically so that when one would turn to the other partner to talk, they could leer past the partner at the hotties, then the pair would casually exchange places and repeat the process, taking turns. I dubbed this the "Ass Shuffle". I think the line was crossed with the tossing of quarters into the nubile's ass-cracks. Wait, that was just a suggestion carefully considered. Mind you, this was from guys, everyone but me married, and everyone at least a decade older than me, and two decades older than the nubiles. Shameful. I love it...
Highlights
Aside from the Pool and Burgers and Hotties, it was this. Standing out front of the place and shaking hands before departing, the one guy who has owned his own pool table for twenty five years gave me this comment:
Hey there, youngster, you're pretty fucking good!
Alright! Giggity, Giggity!
I was invited tonight to go shoot pool. I really haven't interacted with the peers at work, so I felt a little peer pressure into going and agreed to spend a few hours in addition to the nine I already chalked up with them in a social environment. We hit the Fox and Hound right after work. T, the Austin territory sales mgr, RG, the north Tx territory sales mgr and JW, the ops mgr, all arrived ahead of me. Two minutes ahead of me, to be exact, and when I walk in, they A.) Already have a table B.) Already have the balls racked and C.) Already have beers. These guys really have it together... Especially as the place is located directly in the center of the Telecom corridor of Dallas, and during the week is empty at 5pm, then completely packed to capacity at 5:05pm...
The Games
We each tossed a penny on the table and broke into partners with whoever had the same coin side come up. That done we played. For four hours. Damage for four guys' rental of a table for four hours? Twenty bucks. I paid. Woa, I'm sooo generous. This might be a regular thing. T and I went up by four games early on, but ended up defeating ourselves with low probability shots resulting in an inadvertent 8ball drop on several games, so RG and JW pretty much kept the game tally even this way. Man are they competitive! Nine hours at work of:
Heya buddy!
Sure buddy!
You got it buddy!
Disintegrates in the midst of a neck and neck run of pool matches to:
Let's change rotation. I'm tired of shooting after this Fucker...
That'll shut muscle mouth up...
I was astounded at the Jekyll and Hyde in these guys. On walking out at the end of the evening it was:
Sure buddy!
You got it buddy!
See ya, buddy!
Amazing...
The Plumber Effect in full-force.
Midway through the evening a quintuplet of Nubile young women came into the place and took a table behind ours. Picture five women in low-rise jeans. Picture them in little belly shirts. Picture them all leaning forward into the table. Picture them on barstools without backs. Picture them without underwear. Plumber factor in full effect. Asses halfway out. Giggity, Giggity. I actually would prefer to see an exposed thong instead, but I, like my peers, am not too holier-than-thou not to leer...
Being guys, we developed a system where both teams would stand strategically so that when one would turn to the other partner to talk, they could leer past the partner at the hotties, then the pair would casually exchange places and repeat the process, taking turns. I dubbed this the "Ass Shuffle". I think the line was crossed with the tossing of quarters into the nubile's ass-cracks. Wait, that was just a suggestion carefully considered. Mind you, this was from guys, everyone but me married, and everyone at least a decade older than me, and two decades older than the nubiles. Shameful. I love it...
Highlights
Aside from the Pool and Burgers and Hotties, it was this. Standing out front of the place and shaking hands before departing, the one guy who has owned his own pool table for twenty five years gave me this comment:
Hey there, youngster, you're pretty fucking good!
Alright! Giggity, Giggity!
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