Last night at Kit Kat there were several memorable conversations. One was by a man in the Army who was shipping out the next day. When the man sitting next to him mentioned something about Army Jeeps the guy replied,
Army Guy: We don't have Jeeps in the Army anymore. We have Hummers.
Me: Oh yeah, that's right.
Army Guy: But I've broken two already.
Me: Broken two?
Army Guy: (thinking it's funny) Yeah.
Me: I'm sorry, they're $50,000 vehicles and you just...broke two.
Army Guy: It's surprisingly easy.

Then there was the man who informed me that he always comes in on the same nights and order the same thing.
Habit Guy: When I pick something I stick with it.
Me: I see.
HG: And it's a good thing I only live a few blocks away. I'm getting kinda buzzed.
Me: That's your second. Have you eaten today?
HG: I ate all day!
Me: Alright.
HG: I haven't been this buzzed since 1980!
Me: 1980?!
Tragically this man was not trying to but funny. It was just kind of sad.

But then there was the customer in the trench coat that came in...
Trench Coat Guy: Hey, can I ask you a weird question.
Me: Sure.
TCG: Where am I?
Me: The Kit Kat Club.
TCG: Um...what city am I in?
Me: Chicago. (pause) That's in Illinois.
TCG: I know that.
Me: Well, I wasn't taking any chances.
Trench Coat Guy went on to inform me that he had gotten on a bus and woken up here.
Me: Yup, well you're on the northside of Chicago. In boystown.
TCG: Boystown?
Me: Gay neighborhood.
TCG: Ah.
Me: Where are you from?
TCG: Indiana.
Me: And you just...got on a bus?
TCG: Well, my girlfriend of three years kicked me out the house because she thought I was gay, and then I got drunk and got a bus...
Me: And you ended up in boystown. How interesting.
At this point I had to ask him for ID to prove if he was really from Indiana. He did have an Indiana ID, though I still wasn't sure I believed his story. ...But it sure makes for damn good blogging!