"No man is ever old enough to know better."

It was just about that time to go home for the day Friday when I started feeling like crap. I was hoping it was just my allergies acting up and not a cold. In any case, my ass went straight home and into bed. Where I stayed until it was time to go to work come Monday morning.

Yea! I hate the cold season. I never fail to catch it every fucking year! What sucked was I had made plans earlier in the week for Sunday, to visit a friend that I haven’t seen in about a year. I had to ask for a rain check. I’m hoping to be able to make plans for next Sunday, if she is available and I am not all snotty still.

The one good thing about this cold is that I haven’t had a cigarette since Friday. Okay, not completely true. I still had 3 cigarettes left by the time I got home Friday. I smoked one Monday night when I got home and the last two last night. Okay, so I haven’t really smoked a butt since last night, if you want to get all technical about it. Now quit busing my balls! I’ve made up my mind that it is time to quit smoking again. This time I am going to stick to it! Really, I am. So shut the fuck up!

Last night I decided to hit Porky’s on the way home, since I haven’t eaten any real food for four days and since I definitely wasn’t going to be hitting the gym feeling like crap.

I ordered my food and sat at the bar and said hello to The Dirty Old Man. I then notice that things are a little different at the Ole Palace. What is this that I see??

Holy shit!

These fuckers finally sprung the money and had 3 flat screen TVs installed just that day. The guy installing them was still there setting up the last one. Two of them are pretty big, and the High Definition on these bad boys is fucking awesome. We were watching the Winter X Games on them and the picture was so crisp and detailed that I thought I was right there watching them in person. The smaller one was installed right behind the bar above all the beer taps. The quality on this one is not bad, but I don’t think it’s a HD TV. Still awesome though. They are getting the screen in the back upgraded to a DH projector too. And just in time for Super Bowl Sunday. I’m not a football fan by all means, but what the hell. I think I might go on into Porky’s and watch the game.

Anyway, so I’m sitting there at the bar and we are all commenting on the TVs and crap. I’d finished eating my dinner and thought I’d just kick it for a little while longer and continue to watch the X Games. A little while later, this old man, Jack, comes in. He and The Dirty Old Man exchange greetings. I’m then told by The Dirty Old Man that he and Jack both went to Alameda High and they knew each other and shit. I’m told that Jack is about 80.

Jack is sitting next to me talking to me and asking me questions. He asks about my age, guessing me to be about 39. I tell him close, but no and give him my real age.

So The Dirty Old Man, Jack, and I are all talking about this and that. I then face The Dirty Old Man and listening to what he is saying to me. He’s telling me that Jack is a bookie and I ask if he is Henry’s. (Henry is this Chinese guy that comes into Porky’s that gambles and is always on his phone with his bookie.) We are laughing and making jokes about the whole bookie thing, since we known that Henry’s bookie is Chinese too. But to the left of me I can hear Jack saying something to me. Not loud but loud enough for me to hear him.

Did he just say what I think he said??

“You sure are a good looking woman.”

Oh. My. Fucking. Gawd. Jack is hitting on me! You’ve gotta be kidding me? He’s old enough to be my grandfather! I am laughing so fucking hard in my head; it’s hard to keep from laughing out loud.

I manage to sit there a while longer, still talking to The Dirty Old Man and Jack both. I then make my excuses to go home, since I really am sick and I really don’t want to sit there any longer than I have to getting hit on by Jack. Which Jack makes a comment that he hopes that he didn’t say something to me that has made me want to leave.

Uhmmm… YEAH! You dirty old man! LOL

“No, not at all. I’m still sick and need to get home. It was nice meeting you Jack.” I smile.

I make the rest of my rounds of good nights to the bar and make my get a way.