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It's always quite funny when I'm asked the story because 5 words in I get interrupted, every, time.

Well, I was in Amsterdam (here's the interruption where everyone assumes the rest of the story) on my first holiday without parents.

I'd been there 4 days having fun drinking & smoking too much. The evening of that 4th day most of the lads I was with were off to the Satellite Sports Cafe to watch a football match, not caring for football or overpriced beer I left them to it and ended up wandering into a little bar called Tapvreugd with Scott Adams' The Dilbert Principle for a quiet pint on my own.

Not long after I arrived a local girl took a seat at the bar next to me, asking what I was laughing at I proceeded to show her the Dilbert strip that made me laugh. We got chatting & one thing led to another...

[Fade to black for decency]

...Before I left in the morning she wrote on the inside of the book cover:

Dear Will,

It was lovely to meet you, It is a shame you are leaving today.

Love,

Ilka

I still have the book & occasionally dig it out just to re-read that inscription, it always makes me smile no matter how bad a day I've had.

So, what everyone expects to be a hooker story is actually the story of probably the only time Dilbert ever got anyone laid.
(bill, Sat 27 Sep 2008, 1:55, Reply)