Interesting... I know I should say more, but that's really the best reaction I have other than...SonicWaffle said:My friend and I, being a little bit tiddly, were having a conversation with some of the barmaids and the subject of height came up. I said I was about 6'1, and my mate claimed he was 5'9 or so. I said that couldn't be right because my friend is clearly taller than me, so we bickered over this for a while and wound up standing back-to-back with the barmaids attempting to judge. Then this guy at the end of the bar pipes up with "I know, I've got a tape measure in the van!", disappears outside, returns with his tape measure and proceeds to measure us both and give us the comparative results.Eclipse Dragon said:You know now I'm almost required to ask?SonicWaffle said:OT: Varies between six foot and six foot two, depending on who is measuring me. I once had a drunk plumber measure me and my mate in a pub with his tape measure (don't ask), and it came out at six four.
We then spent a little while drinking with him, until his conversation started to get a little...weird. It turns out he was a big supporter of British imperialism, claiming that the world was a better place when we ran it and that we'd been instrumental in raising the "savages" above their primitive level. I believe at one point he actually started a sentence with "I'm not racist, but..."
If memory serves, we decided to go drink elsewhere, and he decided to come with us. We got into a club, let him wander off to the bar, and then legged it as fast as we could![]()
"It's strange how a sentence beginning in "I'm not racist, but..." is usually followed by something racist."