It's Friday night and I'm at Gordon Biersch with a few coworkers, enjoying some end-of-the-work-week beers. After a couple of drinks, I need to use the restroom.
When I enter the bathroom, there are four urinals: occupied - open - occupied - occupied. I take my spot at the one unoccupied urinal and am a few seconds into my pee when the guy on my left starts mumbling something to himself. He must be really drunk because I can't understand a word coming out of his mouth. He begins talking again, but this time he then turns to look at me mid-sentence. Realizing he is seeking some type of response, I half glance over and nod. Assuming I am now interested in what he has to say, the man on my left slurs something again, this time attempting to make eye contact. I have no choice but to reply.
"Dude, I have no idea what you are saying right now."
Everyone laughs, including the man on my left who zips up and leaves. At the sinks, the other two men in the bathroom congratulate me. I am a hero.
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