So with Easter approaching what to do but go to the pub after work. A few of us crammed into a car and made our way to Lauder’s in town. Not the most welcoming of hostelries, but reasonably priced and central.
Anyway when we left a few of us decided to go back to someone’s flat for a few more drinks. As we attempted to hail a taxi on Woodlands Road, we heard shouting from across the other side. Yes it was a bam. “Are you shouting at me?” he began.
“No, we were shouting on a taxi,” we replied.
“Are youse shouting at me?” he asked once again, this time removing his baseball cap to show that he meant business.
Once again we advised, “We weren’t shouting at you. We were shouting on a taxi.”
“Nae bother,” he replied, settling down and putting on his baseball cap, “nae bother boys.”
His pal grabbed hold of him, and pulled him aside. “Sorry about him guys. I apologise. Come on you.”
“Naw,” our bam shouted. “He’s not apologising. Don’t listen tae him. He’s not apologising for me. Were you shouting at me?” off came the baseball cap once more as he remained on the opposite side of the road.
“We were not shouting at you,” we shouted.
“Right nae bother boys. Have a good night.”
At that point a taxi stopped for us.
“Hang on. Were you shouting at me? Were you?”
At that we were in a taxi and off in search of some more booze, leaving our confused new pal to his confusion.
Friday, 6 April 2007
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2 comments:
Bams are a lot funnier when you don't actually have to deal with them.
So you went back to someone's place for more drinks? Whatever happened to "we're only going out for one"? Good think I ducked out early before you guys led me down the path of drunkeness. :)
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