Dan the Man
Oct 26th, 2003, 10:13:25 AM
An aging man entered the Bar and Grill, pausing to be checked for weapons.
"Now, now. What would an old man like myself need with a weapon, in this place?"
The guard fished a pistol from the man's jacket, and Dan smiled.
"But of course. Finders Keepers."
He patted the guard on the shoulder, and then passed inside. Instead of doing what most people would do, and finding a vacated area to sit at, Dan made for a table that already had plenty of people. He put his hand on the back of the one remaining seat.
"Is this seat taken?"
Smiling politely, he awaited a response.
"Now, now. What would an old man like myself need with a weapon, in this place?"
The guard fished a pistol from the man's jacket, and Dan smiled.
"But of course. Finders Keepers."
He patted the guard on the shoulder, and then passed inside. Instead of doing what most people would do, and finding a vacated area to sit at, Dan made for a table that already had plenty of people. He put his hand on the back of the one remaining seat.
"Is this seat taken?"
Smiling politely, he awaited a response.