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Spokane, last Thursday, December 8th. Me, long red hair with some friends
from work having some brews & conversation. you were sitting at a table by
yourself behind us watching the football game. I was telling my friends
about a date-gone-bad that I'd had a couple of weeks before. At one point
you introduced yourself to me as Scott, and then sat at the table next to
us for just a little bit. Then as you were getting ready to head out, you
came over to me and whispered in my ear "Next time a guy asks you to go
dutch on a first date, tell him to (bleep) off!" Your words took me by
surprise as I didn't know you heard what I'd said earlier. I started to
laugh & you headed out the door. It wasn't until after you'd gone that I
realized you had just bought the round of Fireball shots I'd ordered for
our table. Thank you for your generosity and for being such a gentleman!
It's nice to know there are still some of you out there!