You're in a bar, playing darts with your dart buddy when a random person joins you. You, being the ultra nice person that you are, allow him to join. During the 1 game of 301 you play, you realize that guy is actually weirdish and you really hope he wanders off so you don't have to be social to him anymore. The game ends, with dart buddy winning and random guy making the 'I have to go to the bathroom' excuse and he wanders off. Only, he really doesn't go to the bathroom he just wanders off and doesn't make an effort to hide the fact that he just wandered off. Are you:
A - Just thrilled you don't have to make weird small talk with a guy who was difficult to talk to and really none of you bothered to exchange names even.
B - Testy because he made such a lame ass excuse and didn't even try to hide the fact that he was wandering off to find folks more interesting.
C - Secretly plotting his demise including all the cutting remarks you will make the next time you see him.
D - Already stalking him. He will be yours, oh yes, he will be yours.
Other than that, darts was well... darts. We only played for an hour. Usually we play up on the 3rd floor where it is quieter and less crowded by the dart boards since there are only 2, but I believe they aren't opening the 3rd floor on Mondays anymore. Who can blame them since MP & I were usually the only ones up there. I was home in time to watch 7th Heaven. It is so wrong that I watch, yet somehow I can't stop. I may need a 12 step group for it. I did laugh the entire episode, though. And I learned yet again that the menfolk are always right and womenfolk are always wrong.