🧑‍🤝‍🧑 / 🏡 Women and nose rings... I don't get it.

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Context is so damn important. Although, some things still don't fit with my rationale.

In this case? I started thinking and can see a nice long haired brunet with a bucket hat on an having a fly fishing type lure on the end. No hook, mind you. 🙃 AI ... but you get the picture.

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Granddaughter has the blue hair. Being the granddad, I have to say, it looks good on her. Been grilling her in whether or not she’ll change my diapers when the time comes. She’s throwing it off on her dad and uncle. 😂
 
Context is so damn important. Although, some things still don't fit with my rationale.

In this case? I started thinking and can see a nice long haired brunet with a bucket hat on an having a fly fishing type lure on the end. No hook, mind you. 🙃 AI ... but you get the picture.

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Can't tell much about her, profile view and getting dark. Something in her hair. But I notice enough to want to see more.
A pretty girl on the bank with a fly rod is interesting. Hope she doesn't end up with a fly in her ear. Maybe around her nose?
 
it’s mostly the hood whites
When logic enters the chat:

I've mentioned a neighbor, and another few friends, who manage / own an old staple in Charleston: it's a, for lack of a better expression, blue blood prep bar with its share of professionals. The story relayed to me a few minutes ago.

Scene: Downtown, last night...at the bar.

Three females: two first year med at MUSC, third Sr. at CoC. It's an "hour out of the house" kind of thing with three friends.

Six females: All six tourists, all six hail from Georgetown (some students, some residents.)

J___, my neighbor, and GM: "I had stopped for a glass of water; just lookin' over the place to see what needed to be done next and if anything needed to be done now. I happened to be looking at that table because the two in scrubs didn't have a stethoscope, the one in street clothes did; it caught my attention."

The CoC girl leaned back in her chair and one of the other group brushed/bumped her in the back. She's a local and said, "oops, excuse me" and turned back to her friends.

The "bumper" (we'll call her) started "I'll beat your ass and then cut you up you little white bitch..." going off on a tirade.

Our diminutive pre-med girl stood up, walked over, and jerked her nose ring out.

There is no rest of the story...group of six left realizing, "might not have been a good idea to fuck with someone you don't know even if it IS in the upper-class, blue blood entertainment district of Charleston."
 
When logic enters the chat:

I've mentioned a neighbor, and another few friends, who manage / own an old staple in Charleston: it's a, for lack of a better expression, blue blood prep bar with its share of professionals. The story relayed to me a few minutes ago.

Scene: Downtown, last night...at the bar.

Three females: two first year med at MUSC, third Sr. at CoC. It's an "hour out of the house" kind of thing with three friends.

Six females: All six tourists, all six hail from Georgetown (some students, some residents.)

J___, my neighbor, and GM: "I had stopped for a glass of water; just lookin' over the place to see what needed to be done next and if anything needed to be done now. I happened to be looking at that table because the two in scrubs didn't have a stethoscope, the one in street clothes did; it caught my attention."

The CoC girl leaned back in her chair and one of the other group brushed/bumped her in the back. She's a local and said, "oops, excuse me" and turned back to her friends.

The "bumper" (we'll call her) started "I'll beat your ass and then cut you up you little white bitch..." going off on a tirade.

Our diminutive pre-med girl stood up, walked over, and jerked her nose ring out.

There is no rest of the story...group of six left realizing, "might not have been a good idea to fuck with someone you don't know even if it IS in the upper-class, blue blood entertainment district of Charleston."
That’s a don’t judge a book by its cover. There’s a bunch of people where I work that is very middle and upper class that wouldn’t make you think tough bastards and tough women, but there is a bunch of them.

I went on a call for an assault at a bar/grill type joint, get there and there’s a dude and woman laying on the ground and have been handled pretty good, there’s a skinny woman wearing a ‘Bernie 4 Prez’ t-shirt and she’s got blood on her knuckles and come to find out husband and wife decided to start talking shit about said shirt then the wife decides to grab her by the hair, so Bernie chic rips wife’s nose ring out and goes to throwing soup bones then husband decides to step in and Bernie chic throws bombs on dude and sits him down. Not known to the big mouth couple is Bernie chic is a MMA fighter (flyweight), she definitely didn’t look like she could whip somebody’s ass let alone a couple.
 
That’s a don’t judge a book by its cover. There’s a bunch of people where I work that is very middle and upper class that wouldn’t make you think tough bastards and tough women, but there is a bunch of them.
Is this a food conversation? "Never judge 'something' by the outside" kind of thing? 🙃

I gotta say this. After spending over a decade around the bar/hospitality industry you do get an innate sense. I posted a video the other day while pointing out "don't look at the cashier or the manager, it's the cook leaning against the wall..."

Skinny versus strong and wiry. You can recognize that in a man. Now, with some women? You know the one's that are going to go crazy: it's clear as day. BUT, I've seen my share of the type you just described. You see 'em get riled up and all you're thinking is, "oh shit."

I didn't / don't "hang out" with those folks. I did like having them in the bar.

Ha, reminds me of the BLM protests where a group "invaded" a bar called "Heroes" two friends own. I wasn't there. I saw the video. It was a group of 10 that ended up facing off with a pilot from the Navy: upper 20's female who, in a different outfit, you might mistake for a K-4 teacher. Patrick, one of the owners, started the replay of the video with three words, "aggressive Krav Maga." Followed by, "he shouldn't have touched the flags."

Judge a book by its cover. They were a mile from the gate to the damn military base, at a bar called "Heroes." Yeah, sometimes go with the cover.
 
Is this a food conversation? "Never judge 'something' by the outside" kind of thing? 🙃

I gotta say this. After spending over a decade around the bar/hospitality industry you do get an innate sense. I posted a video the other day while pointing out "don't look at the cashier or the manager, it's the cook leaning against the wall..."

Skinny versus strong and wiry. You can recognize that in a man. Now, with some women? You know the one's that are going to go crazy: it's clear as day. BUT, I've seen my share of the type you just described. You see 'em get riled up and all you're thinking is, "oh shit."

I didn't / don't "hang out" with those folks. I did like having them in the bar.

Ha, reminds me of the BLM protests where a group "invaded" a bar called "Heroes" two friends own. I wasn't there. I saw the video. It was a group of 10 that ended up facing off with a pilot from the Navy: upper 20's female who, in a different outfit, you might mistake for a K-4 teacher. Patrick, one of the owners, started the replay of the video with three words, "aggressive Krav Maga." Followed by, "he shouldn't have touched the flags."

Judge a book by its cover. They were a mile from the gate to the damn military base, at a bar called "Heroes." Yeah, sometimes go with the cover.
We had a retirement ceremony in Baltimore when all of the looting was going on. When the crowd started busting the windows out of the retail store next door all of the Chiefs got up and headed towards the revolving door of the restaurant. Our CO told us not to engage, our command Master Chief told us to make sure we only let one or two through the door at a time. 20 of us all standing there in various stages of dress blues, they didn't try to come in.
 
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