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Oh man... this topic reminds me of some bitch in Orlando. It was early and there weren't many people in the bar yet... I was ordering a drink for my friend and I and she was sitting on a bar stool next to me. We made a little small talk while I was waiting for my drink, and she seemed nice. When the drinks came I accidently spilled a little on the bar that got about a millimeter from her arm. She was wearing a white sweater and promptly snapped at me, "Hey, be more careful! This is an $800 Prada sweater!" I tried to be polite anyway and was like, "Hey I'm sorry..." and she goes, "Whatever, get the fuck away from me."
The switch inside me went off and I had to restrain myself, so I calmly walked away. I had seen her there a few times before, always on Fridays, always around the same time. Sure enough, 2 weeks later she was back and wearing the same white sweater. I went up to her and said, "Hey I'm Kevin... the guy that almost spilled something on your sweater a couple weeks ago... just wanted to apologize for that and let you know that you look awesome tonight, and I won't bother you again." She was stunned, but took the compliment- no doubt because bitches like that need their ego stroked at all times.
But it was all a planned distraction; the minute or so I was talking to her, I had a fat juicy black magic marker in my left hand behind her back bleeding all over her Prada sweater. I said goodbye, and promptly disappeared from the bar.
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