Mar 11, 2009
I got tricked!
So I was at the Paddlewheeler Pub in New West today catching the Canucks game. And every game they have a drawing. Everyone in the pub gets a slip of paper where they can fill out their name. There’s these three lockers in the corner and they’re filled with random stuff. The manager loads up things like tshirts, hats, free beer, and so forth.
Anyway, I’m chillin’ there with my friends and we’re watching the game that’s going on. I wolf down a massive burger along with 20 chicken wings (I have a weakness for wings and they’re cajun to boot).
Couple of hours later, the game ends and Vancouver loses in a shoot out. The pub manager grabs his microphone and starts heading out in front of everyone and signals that its time for the draw. He grabs the box, hands it to some patron and tells him to stick his hand in there and pull a name out.
“Matty Low! Come onnn dowwwwn!”
Realizing that it’s me, I stand up and start heading towards him amidst the numerous amounts of boos (they’re all jealous!)
I pick a random key off the table. I hurry and pull the other names out of the box and 2 other pub patrons join me. I go ahead and open the first locker but the manager tells me to wait.
He wants to make me a deal. He reminds everyone that one of these three lockers has a pair of Canucks tickets to an upcoming game.
“I will give you two free beers in exchange for whatever’s in that locker.” *pulls out 2 plastic cups*
“Nah.”
“Okay, well how about three free beers? For you and your friends over there!” *pulls out another plastic cup*
“No thanks, the locker for me!”
“Hold on, hold on! I’ll add 10 free wings. I know you love wings. You must’ve devoured like 80 tonight!” *pulls out a small basket*
I laughed and shook my head again.
“How about a box of Kraft Dinner? Can’t argue with macaroni!”
I raised my eyebrow and said no.
“THREE boxes of KD! Three times the cheesiness!” *pulls out 2 more KD boxes*
“No man, I’m goin’ for that locker!”
“What about some Vodka? Do you like Vodka? And a Kindersurprise egg!” *whips out one of those small, dinkey tourist sized bottles of Polar Ice along with an egg*
“No dice.”
“Okay, go ahead and check out that locker.”
I look inside and sigh. I extend my arm out and grab…
…a box of Kraft dinner and a plastic cup for a free beer!
I am a winnar!