Blind Date
The man looks back at the girl.
"Betty, the reason I asked you here tonight, is because...", he begins.
You roll your eyes, sigh and continue to tap your foot. The five dollar bill in your hand.
The fiddler plays on, and the man loses his train of thought.
"Just forget it! Fiddler, that's enough, we're done.", the man shouts.
The fiddler stops playing.
"Here's five dollars, could you stroll by our table when my date returns? Thanks.", you say to the fiddler as the young couple leave the restaurant.
That was easy! What now?
"Betty, the reason I asked you here tonight, is because...", he begins.
You roll your eyes, sigh and continue to tap your foot. The five dollar bill in your hand.
The fiddler plays on, and the man loses his train of thought.
"Just forget it! Fiddler, that's enough, we're done.", the man shouts.
The fiddler stops playing.
"Here's five dollars, could you stroll by our table when my date returns? Thanks.", you say to the fiddler as the young couple leave the restaurant.
That was easy! What now?