Sort of on topic.
I was drinking in an after hours bar in Bankok which was full of wide boy boiler room types.

One of them took exception to me, and started asking about how much money my parents had, and what type of school I went to. After discovering my parents are very middle class, and I went to a prep scool, he went on a rant about how he was a self made man, one of him are worth ten of me and no one ever puts one over on him. Nice, coming from a 'man' who made a living conning pensioners out of their life savings.

This went on for a while with him repeating over and over again how savvy he was.

So, for the rest of the night whenever I ordered a drink, I popped the bill into his bill pot when he wasn't looking. About ten Johhny Walker Blacks later, I got up and left. I didn't say goodbye.

Edit: I just read this back, and it's not sort of on topic at all. Fuck it, I like the story.
( The Awful Puppy Bakery is still bored, Fri 25 Nov 2011, 0:16, Reply)