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Happy Birthday, Mind if I have a Beer?

It was Saturday evening and I took my daughter to her friend’s birthday party. This friend lives in bum fuck Egypt – complete with horses, goats, chickens, lots of mud…you get the idea. The birthday girl’s mother is a good friend of mine, so I’m invited to ‘hang’ with the adults whilst the kids partake in birthday festivities. I’m chatting with a couple parents in the dining room, we’re drinking beer, casually watching the festivities when there’s a knock at the door. One of the adults opens the door and a haggard looking woman appears. She explains that her car has just broken down and she needs to telephone a friend to come help her. Someone hands her the phone, she looks at it strangely, as if she’s never seen one before, and then asks for a phone book. What? Can’t remember anyone’s number? After several awkward minutes of someone fumbling for a phone book – one is produced and she makes the call. She hangs up the phone, stares at us and asks, “What’s going on? A party?” (Ah, duh? ya think? Balloons, kids, games, cake = birthday party)

She pauses for a moment and asks, “Mind if I have a beer while I wait?”. WTF? (Are you serious lady? Who DOES shit like that?) We all just glance at each other trying not to burst out laughing and someone pipes up, “Sure, help yourself”. Unbelievably enough, she grabs a beer, proceeds to open it, guzzles it down; then with a toothless grin waves goodbye and is out the door. Holy crap, I felt like we were in an episode of the Twilight Zone. No one says a word, we all just sit there in stunned silence with our mouths agape. Again, WTF? What the hell was she thinking?

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