Yep, I'm stealing this idea from Fool4TommyCollins, & he doesn't care or else he thinks I still care er sumpthin'. Anyway, I went to the bar the other night all full of myself and said, "Set 'em up, Joe!", which means drinks on the house for those of you out there who are unfamiliar with hillbilly heaven. I went over to the jukebox and played B17 which was a great old song about lonely women make good lovers, my way of dropping a hint, I only hoped it would get the attention of someone I'd like to have the attention of. Marie Deveaux (a honky tonk baby) was waiting tables and she elbowed me then looked at this country bumpkin sitting back in the corner of the bar. I grabbed my Canada Dry and waltzed over and said "Hey, Good Lookin'!" and just grinned like a teddy bear in a teddy, fer sure! I had a Tanqueray as I continued to play music. He said I ought to win the Wurlitzer prize, which I thought was crazy. Soon it was time to go home and I headed right in the wrong direction.