re: #399 loppyd

Back in college, I had a blind date end with the guy asking me to hold his beer while he kicked some ass.

Best bar fight I ever was in involved a little bit of Jewbilly (that’s what I am) tactics.

Guy calls me out, as it were. Had enough crap, so, “Let’s go outside,” I say.

Stop at the coat-check, and hand over three tickets. Collect my fedora, my overcoat, and my 1911 and turn to see him long gone.