Tonight after work I decided to stop and get a beer at a new brewery that's not that far from home. I was alone, but Crockett used to stop for drinks by himself a lot and he seemed to gain a lot of friends out of it, so I figured what's the worst that could happen. I'd spend half an hour, drink one beer, and then go home to my sweet little puppy faces. So I get my beer and I'm wandering around trying to decide where to sit. I was originally thinking I would sit on the patio, but the furniture looked recently stained and I came from work in my very whitest of white skirts, so I hopped on a stool inside at the opposite end of an eight top from a guy with a computer. When I did it, I loosely gestured to the other seats to say 'is it ok if I sit here' and he said "Oh, yeah, go ahead. I don't have this many friends. I really only have one friend."
I smiled and looked at my phone because what? What do I do with that? Offer condolences?
His (only?) friend joined him and it turned out they are in a band, a fact I learned quickly because I heard them pitch it to the owner/booker/person who talks to bands at the brewery as 'we do Lady Gaga with a banjo'. Apparently the owner/booker/brewery person thought that sounded swell, because they all went into a back room and Mr One Friend and his one friend left their beers on the table.
I don't think many women would leave beers unattended like that, but that does not excuse what came next.
When Mr One Friend came back, he picked up his beer and looked right at me, and because I am a not funny dummy, I said 'some woman came by and dropped a pill in there. That's ok, right?'
I HAVE NO IDEA WHERE THAT CAME FROM. He thought it was funny.
Then he came over and I had to talk to him and his one friend for the ten minutes it took me to finish my beer.
Turns out the band also does Marilyn Manson with a banjo, though, so at least I found that out.