So the other day I'm on my way to the local joint my husband and I love when I overhear some FYB (fucking yuppie bitch) talking on her cell about how she's "going to this bar, it's like supposed to be a dive bar." I turn to the hubby and say "man, those bitches are going to the Buck. fuck."

Sure enough they walk in right behind us. There are a whole gaggle of them and they are all wearing matching wifebeaters that say something about being an "Edmonds girl" or some other stupid shit. The bartender gives us our beers and says "jeez, this chicks are going to order a bunch of drinks and then give me a credit card, I know it." The bar is cash only, says so on the big sign.

So while the group is coordinating themselves and more show up (!) some guy at the bar leaves, gets on his bike and proceeds to do a massive burnout right in front of the door, filling the bar with smoke and exhaust. The FYBs are freaked out, all start complaining and leave in a huff. The bartender says "dude, that was pretty bad" to which I respond "well, it's not like you told him to do it." The sly smile that comment receives causes me to say "you didn't?!?!" Yes, yes he did.

I love my bar.