So after softball last night a couple buddies and I went to a bar (L & Bs since Sock lives near me and probably knows of this place) to get some food and beers. There was a drunk old man I'd say in his late 50s. And by drunk, I mean he's completely shit faced and couldn't really talk coherent thoughts.
I'm sitting with my back towards him and he's having a conversation with someone, or so I thought. I turn around and he's literally having a 2-way conversation with himself. With answers and all. After a few minutes of this he starts talking shit. I'm giggling because it's just hilarious. I turn around, and apparently he was talking shit to me. Laughing at him probably didn't help since the next 5 minutes or so he kept calling me a "fucking pussy".
Later on he notices the table of card playing African Americans in the back of the restaurant. So naturally he starts yelling the "N" word at them and telling them "to get back on the boat". The bartender who happens to be black says the guy does this all the time and they just call him a cab.
