The other day I had to go downtown to replace my public transportation card, and I stopped off for a drink afterward at this one small grill/bar near the freeway offramp.
It's in an odd section of downtown just at the edge, and it's a mixed crowd of business people and (white) roughnecks.
The waitress was blonde and done-up, and was talking to a regular next to me about how once some drunk woman had taken her coat off the coatrack, worn it around all that night, vomited on it, realized it was someone else's, and then came back right before close to swap it out for her coat.
The regular then said that some young (white) laywer with a goatee doesn't drink much and so gets really hammered when he does, and so had stolen his coat from the bar a couple weeks earlier... When they figured this out, they got each other's numbers from the bar, and the lawyer was difficult to meet with, even though he was really demanding to get his coat back. So, when they finally met up, he wanted to see if the lawyer would offer to buy him a beer, since the laywer was at fault.
He didn't, so he didn't take out the condoms he had put in the coat pocket, for the lawyer's wife to find.
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