In the vein of greatest misses.
About a thousand years ago there was an upscale little lounge on the water here where one would go after work to wind down.
I was sitting there having a drink and chatting with a German friend who had just gotten back into town.
About an hour later two ladies come in dressed in the obligatory well tailored power suits. Dave starts chatting them up and life is good. I know Daves not on the pull because at the time he was totally gay (another story there )
Things are going quite well and the two ladies figure it would be a good night to hit a film. So far so good.
One more round of drinks and all is still going well. We finish up and just as we are about to pay the check. Dave, in complete seriousness turns to the lady he had been talking to and in complete earnestness asks "You used to be a man, right?"
The pregnant silence (broken only by the bartender spitting an ice cube damn near through a mirror) that ensued until they tore that place down.