The coolest thing happened Saturday night. My friend Jenn from work wanted to go see a DJ at a local brewery, and I agreed to go. At one point, we were walking by the bar, when one of three guys sitting there motioned to me. He asked me what my name is and what I do. I replied, and told him I was a reporter for a newspaper.
He made a face and said snottily, "Oh, I see."
Just then, one of the legs of his stool spontaneously broke, and he fell to the floor. Jenn and I just about died laughing. Tip for all you men out there: When you are hitting on a girl, don't dis her profession.
Lesson learned: Don't mess with journalists. We have super powers that we don't even know about.
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