About 3 years ago, I was at a bar with some clients and a coworker. We were about 20 miles due west of The Middle of Nowhere, so it was pretty rural. Eventually, the clients left, and my coworker and I hung out since the music was good but not obnoxious and Golden Tee was calling our names.
We had a pitcher of beer that we were about halfway done with. I only mention that because in hindsight I think that thirst was the reason that the local approached us.
This sort of scarey looking middle-aged dude sauntered over and struck up a conversation. Apparently he was a local farmer and picked us out as two out-of-towners (duh, we were the only ones wearing khakis). He seemed nicer than he looked, so we sat down with him and chatted. And even bought a new pitcher.
So we get done talking sports and cars, and there's a lull in the conversation. That's when the dude points across the bar at a guy sitting alone and says "See that guy over...
