All right, here's the story.
I went to KAWO to help my buddy strip the paint off the the propeller on his C-170. Not that he needed my help, he just knew I like to hang around the airplanes, and the plan was to get some brews afterwards.
We went to the bar that's just north of the airport as they had outside seating and we wanted to watch the planes come and go. Not long after getting situated this woman approached us. She was wearing a sun-dress which might have been good, but she was about 50# overweight, 40, and gravity had taken a definite toll. Plus she had a tattoo on a boob that, 20 years and 50# ago might have been OK.
We didn't want to be rude (early on my friend even poured some of our beer into her cup, just to be nice) but tried to make it increasingly clear through just not engaging her much, body language, etc that we didn't want to talk to her. Both of us are married, happily, and it was obvious that she was looking for a horizontal rodeo. And frankly, even I wasn't married, I wouldn't want to find out what she's incubating anyway. I don't need to find out what it feel like to piss razor blades, you know.
Why she thought that flipping us off when we said something about a band we didn't care for that she seemed to like, gyrating next to us when we refused to look at her, and other similar behavior was going to get either of us to break our marriage vows is beyond me. I mean, I know she was blitzed, but even booze can only excuse so much.
We told her flat out that we happily married to our respective spouse and she didn't take the hint. I showed her the photo of my 6 year old daughter and said flat out that my wife was her mother and she didn't take the hint. Finally I lost my patience after probably an hour of this crap. She told me to lean over close to her face. I said no. Repeat a couple times. Finally I just said "F-k off, we don't want to talk to you." That actually had to be repeated at least once before it succeeded in getting past the barrier of vodka.
I thought that was the last of her. But noooo. She came back about 20 minutes later. She tried to sit down again at our table. She missed the chair. I didn't even give her the courtesy this time of pretending to be polite. I just told her "Neither of us are going to f-k you, we don't even want to talk to you. If you want some to screw try that horseshoe post over there." To which she responded "I don't want to screw you". At this point she's still not getting up to leave. So I finally got to her with "Or go find some place to sober up." That one seemed to power through the haze of the vodka, and she got up and left.
The bartender came over a short time later to make sure we were OK and to let us know they'd cut her off. Thankfully by the time we left to go our respective homes she was long gone. I was half worried that we'd meet her again on the way to our trucks, but luckily we did not.
Oh, and as to the request for pics. I briefly though about taking a cell phone picture of her to document her craziness, but I figured that would just encourage her and changed my mind. That and I didn't want to have to bleach or burn my phone.
