This is a story that involves no real SCedness (though the did tip me crappily later), but merely some customers who thought they would be amusing and got smacked down by my own smartassery.
The setup: There are three women and two men sitting at one of my tables at the open air bar. These people are all drinking, and are all in their fifties or so. The only two that we are concerned with are the one woman and the guy, who has curly hair, glasses, a beard, and his hair and beard have some grayness throughout, making him look vaguely like a certain celebrity. And though it may sound like it, the woman is not being snotty or an SC in this, was just having fun. Please read as such. And of course, the main character, yours truly, Mr. Smartass himself.
WOMAN: By the way, do you know who this is? (indicates bearded man)
JESTER: Not a clue.
MAN: Ignore her, I am nobody.
WOMAN: No, seriously, don't you recognize him?
JESTER: Nope.
WOMAN: This is Steven Speilberg.
MAN: No, I'm not.
JESTER: No, he's not. Steven Spielberg is from my home state of Arizona, and I am a fan of his movies, and I have a good idea what he looks like.
WOMAN: Seriously. He is just being modest. It's him.
JESTER: When I see his ID, I might believe you. But don't bet on it.
(At this point, the man is looking a bit embarrassed. I am buying none of it.)
WOMAN: I'm telling you, it's him.
JESTER: Ma'am, I've danced with Sandra Bullock. I'm not impressed.
WOMAN: Oh, that's funny.
JESTER: I'm not joking.
At this point, the whole group just stares at me. I stare back, not giving an inch. Finally....
WOMAN: Okay. You win.
JESTER: I know.
Living in Key West: Expensive.
Meeting and partying with various celebrities in Key West: Amusing.
Shutting down tourists who are trying to be funny by telling them the absolute truth, which trumps their fictional story: PRICELESS!
The setup: There are three women and two men sitting at one of my tables at the open air bar. These people are all drinking, and are all in their fifties or so. The only two that we are concerned with are the one woman and the guy, who has curly hair, glasses, a beard, and his hair and beard have some grayness throughout, making him look vaguely like a certain celebrity. And though it may sound like it, the woman is not being snotty or an SC in this, was just having fun. Please read as such. And of course, the main character, yours truly, Mr. Smartass himself.
WOMAN: By the way, do you know who this is? (indicates bearded man)
JESTER: Not a clue.
MAN: Ignore her, I am nobody.
WOMAN: No, seriously, don't you recognize him?
JESTER: Nope.
WOMAN: This is Steven Speilberg.
MAN: No, I'm not.
JESTER: No, he's not. Steven Spielberg is from my home state of Arizona, and I am a fan of his movies, and I have a good idea what he looks like.
WOMAN: Seriously. He is just being modest. It's him.
JESTER: When I see his ID, I might believe you. But don't bet on it.
(At this point, the man is looking a bit embarrassed. I am buying none of it.)
WOMAN: I'm telling you, it's him.
JESTER: Ma'am, I've danced with Sandra Bullock. I'm not impressed.
WOMAN: Oh, that's funny.
JESTER: I'm not joking.
At this point, the whole group just stares at me. I stare back, not giving an inch. Finally....
WOMAN: Okay. You win.
JESTER: I know.
Living in Key West: Expensive.
Meeting and partying with various celebrities in Key West: Amusing.
Shutting down tourists who are trying to be funny by telling them the absolute truth, which trumps their fictional story: PRICELESS!
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