I'm Just Like Tiger

Well....almost. He's good at golf, I suck. He's packin', I'm a grower not a shower. He has a billion dollars, I have a six figure debt. But we do one have thing in common--sorta. He likes Perkin's girls, and I like Denny's girls. Here's a dialogue I had with a Denny's waitress while a tad bit tipsy...

CK: "What time you get off?"

Denny's Waitress: "4 (am)"

CK: "Cool, how much tip is it gonna take to get ya back to my house?"

DW: (laughs) "Sorry, but I have a boyfriend."

CK: "That's fine you can bring him with ya."

DW; "Sorry, I can't do that to him."

CK: "How about $100?"

DW: (laughs) "No, I can't."

CK: "$200?"

DW: (thinks about it) "I have a boyfriend."

CK: "What does that have do with anything? I'll throw him a $100 too."

DW: (confused) "If my boyfriend's there, why do you want me there so bad?"

CK; "We can still have have fun, he can watch or not. Don't bother me either way."

DW: (laughs) "Sorry, I'm gonna pass."

This girl was a 5 and I had some serious goggles on, so she was probably a 3 sober. Can't imagine why she would turn down an obviously classy gentleman like myself. I went home and made other, cheaper arrangements.