We were driving down the highway when Regulate by Warren G came on the radio. I started chuckling to myself.
“What?” my wife asked from the passenger seat.
“At the bar, one of the regular was Warren G,” I said, in between spurts of laughter, “I knew because I had to take his credit card to open the tab.”
“What?” my wife responded. “Warren G went to your bar?”
“Yeah,” I said, catching my breath, “it’s what it said on his credit card — I didn’t even know who Warren G was until my co-worker put this song on afterward.”
“Wait,” my wife, turned to me, “Warren G is a regular at your bar?”
“He’s just an old white guy named Warren G,” I confirmed, still laughing. “It’s another person named Warren G.”
My wife was clearly frustrated. “You are so bad at telling stories.”
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