I was hanging around the Young Ave. Deli just before closing time Friday night, as I sometimes do. I’ve been living in midtown Memphis for a fairly long time… so it seemed like I knew everyone left in the bar, with the exception of this one abnormally large redneck/skinhead type.

I go to the men’s room before last call and when I walk back to the bar this young gentleman was standing in the front doorway screaming his head off.

“Who’s that guy yelling at?” I ask my buddy.

“Ummmm….actually dude, I think he’s talking to you.”

Strangely enough he was. Even though I hadn’t spoken to or even noticed “skillet” until his little tantrum, it seems he did not have the most favorable impression of one Bret Weaver. It happens.

Now I can’t tell you readers exactly what he was saying, I don’t think The Commercial Appeal would be too cool with that. Suffice it to say that he wasn’t very nice. (or creative)

But I am. And as a “happy drunk” and not an “angry drunk” (usually, anyway) I gave him my widest smile and a friendly wave… to show that his hostility was unreciprocated.

Now this only served to antagonize old boy further, I think. He got all red and even angrier looking. Maybe he was having trouble finding his car? My good buddy (and ever polite) bouncer extraordinaire Joe Buddha offered to help him find it, which he not-quite-respectfully declined.

I just wanted “dude” to know that I’m hoping he feels better today…if he happens to read this.

And that is the most interesting thing that happened to me this weekend.
A drunken redneck yelled at me.

Sigh.

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