Funny thing happened to me last night at the pool hall: I walked in to say hello and get a coffee after my work day, no more. The place was almost empty, save for a guy talking too much at the bar. After 15 minutes as I got up to go, the guy said "a little game of pool friend?". I unconvincingly agreed, not really wanting to play or anything.
So we played 8 ball for like half an hour and I whooped him bad. But the guy was strange: he was shooting *very* straight when he was shooting, but always missing really simple shots and leaving me in position to finish him off. Also, he was going ooh-ahh-you-really-play-good on almost all my shots, like if they were something special. But most strangely, he was putting on that really drunken act, but didn't smell of booze.
So after a while, as I was eyeing him suspiciously, it finally came: "how about 10 euro a game eh? I really play better when there's money on the table". Uh-oh, if he isn't hustling, I'm the queen of England. So I said "ok, but I might have to leave soon, I'm waiting for a phone call", then I went to the toilets and told the barman to call my cell phone if I ordered a diet coke.
So we played, he lost. We played again, he lost again, etc... Finally I was up 70 euro, waiting for him to bump up the bet, and much to my surprise, he stumbled on the carpet, splattered himself widely on the floor, picked himself up, then started packing up saying he'd had enough and too much to drink. He then proceeded to the bar, paid for the table and all our drinks, paid me and buggered off. Wow.
Turns out, he really was drunk out of his mind. The barman told me he had been siphoning off the beer keg for the better part of the afternoon, and that he had a good time watching me trying to figure out the guy. I don't know who he was, just his first name, but hey, I made a bit of money
So we played 8 ball for like half an hour and I whooped him bad. But the guy was strange: he was shooting *very* straight when he was shooting, but always missing really simple shots and leaving me in position to finish him off. Also, he was going ooh-ahh-you-really-play-good on almost all my shots, like if they were something special. But most strangely, he was putting on that really drunken act, but didn't smell of booze.
So after a while, as I was eyeing him suspiciously, it finally came: "how about 10 euro a game eh? I really play better when there's money on the table". Uh-oh, if he isn't hustling, I'm the queen of England. So I said "ok, but I might have to leave soon, I'm waiting for a phone call", then I went to the toilets and told the barman to call my cell phone if I ordered a diet coke.
So we played, he lost. We played again, he lost again, etc... Finally I was up 70 euro, waiting for him to bump up the bet, and much to my surprise, he stumbled on the carpet, splattered himself widely on the floor, picked himself up, then started packing up saying he'd had enough and too much to drink. He then proceeded to the bar, paid for the table and all our drinks, paid me and buggered off. Wow.
Turns out, he really was drunk out of his mind. The barman told me he had been siphoning off the beer keg for the better part of the afternoon, and that he had a good time watching me trying to figure out the guy. I don't know who he was, just his first name, but hey, I made a bit of money