your strangest cafe experience

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your strangest cafe experience

I'm assembling strange cafe experiences for a show in a train station in a couple of weeks time. Anybody got anything to contribute?

Andy

fish
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robert MUST have one ...
Andrea
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One WHAT, Fish???
Alexis lowne
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Was in a gay bar in Apeldoorn with a couple of female friends when a woman takes a seat next to me at the bar.she take a long look at me and spurts out "I know what your thinking, I have a gay brother too" obviously this made me laugh enough to offer her a beer...
spag man
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Sorry I haven't responded quicker. I was having fun with some marine life. Though, the crabs are difficult buggers to dump afterwards.
robert
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oh ha ha
Me Again
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I had a wierd cafe experience. Well, it was a restaurant really. I walked into an 'eating place' for the first time ever in Italy five years ago, and I knew the place back to front. I had dreamt about it a couple of times when I was about six years old.
spag
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Mine is quite boring. Just a bit of idle flirting turning into full on snogathon in front of the whole cafe. Not weird enough? Well it happened that the girl was my 'girlfriend' when I was five and went to Scotland and never saw her again until 15 years later in Somerset. That is what I call weird, Hmmm maybe it was just that she moved. Anyway, I thought it was strange.
fish
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spag snogs people just because they move? ...
spag
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Anything that moves, Fish, Anything that moves.
Liana
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*keeps very still*
Andrea
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Even marine life, Spag? Blimey... *locks up sprog's goldfish*
fish
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*taping rats down with gaffer tape*
John L
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My strangest cafe experience was once getting served in a Little Chef in less than two hours by a waitress who smiled. Also, years ago I was enjoying the obligatory prawn cocktail, sirloin steak and Black Forest gateaux in the Berni Inn, North Street Wolverhampton when a woman asked me for my autograph because she thought I was Tom O'Connor (I had hair in those days - just in case anyone has been following the 'Male Vanity' thread - so this is not quite as bizarre as it sounds). I signed of course, not wishing to disappoint a lady. Is it a crime, I ask, to impersonate a third-rate comedian in a second-rate steak house? No, that's unfair - those Berni steaks were well succulent.
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