Mirage 10-20 conversation
10-20 Mirage table.
Woman1, who must live in Vegas, is in the 2 seat.
I'm in the 3 seat, minding my own business.
Woman2, a Strip dealer, is in the 4 seat.
Woman1 has spent the day shopping for shoes. She is discussing her shopping excursion with Woman2 in all its detailed glory--which stores have cute shoes--which stores have hot shoes--which stores have shoes on sale--which stores have shoes that are cute, but not cute on her (they would be cute on Woman2). Dealers push; I fold hands; the conversation rolls on and on.
Woman1: (sardonically) "You must be fascinated with all this talk about shoes."
Me: "Shoes must be a girl thing. Even when I was a bachelor on the prowl, I never paid much attention to what shoes a woman was wearing."
Stunned silence.
Woman1: "Really? How did you know which girls to f*ck?"
Me: (befuddled) "Uhh.........."
Woman2: "Good God!, you didn't try talking to them, did you?"
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