We went to the Sens game this week, but we had arrived a little late. We could not get into a restaurant or, more importantly, a bar. Sweaty was getting snarly; he kept saying: "I need one a them big beers and a straw" - over and over again. French told him to "shut it" each time. Pancake was hungry and looking a little faint. Bruce Fish stood in awe with his usual dazed/bemused expression. We stood in line for 10 minutes. The line was not moving at all and the wind was ripping fierce across the parking lot.
French just took off and said "be right back".
A couple minutes later we saw him inside the restaurant gesturing for us to come in. One of the staff members actually came out and brought us in - somehow we had gone from schmucks to V.I.P.s. We came in, brushed the snow off our coats, to see French chatting up a pretty little waitress. He was sitting in a huge booth with two pitchers of beer waiting. We all piled in and Sweaty started pouring.
He had snuck around the back through a service entrance, worked his charm, and snagged this great table.
3 comments:
Gotta have at least one lady's man in the group when the boys go out!
A story for these hockey days.
French has some serious gifts. To bad the Senators don't. Good post Olie.
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