the rib crib

"This place just doesn't have the street cred I'd imagined..."

Probably the most infamous words ever spoken on a first date, and to think they were mine. Last night though, at my new favorite restaurant, I overheard the most uncomfortable conversation ever held on a date. Forgive me for eavesdropping, kind stranger, but you should not have gone into the following line of questioning:

Inept Gentleman: So, how was work on Friday?

Inebriated Woman: Uh, it was okay, I guess.

Inept Gentleman: Just okay. Sounds bad.

Inebriated Woman: Well, I got fired.

At this point, surely the dude would have known to change the subject. But no...

Inept Gentleman: You got fired?! Why?

Inebriated Woman: I'm sleeping with the boss's son.

Okay, dude, you've GOT to change the subject. Fast...

Inept Gentleman: That's okay. I did the same thing when I was married.

As a budding family law specialist, I slept easy last night knowing that my job prospects are secure.