Me, walking around the limbo bar: Imbeciles
News: Gas shortage
Me: Haha
News: Chic-fil-a sauce shortage
Me: NO
Waiter: Do you guys need any sauce?
Her: Yes, please. Bbq.
Me: I’ll take apple.
Him, handing me a beer: One for the road?
Me: Sure.
Me, pouring it on the street: This seems wasteful.
Her: I think I’m going to call it a night.
Me, looking out the window: Yea, I mean that’s what it’s called.