'Twas after work and I joined some coworkers at the bar across the street. It was a record sales month for my company so the sales team was buying. I had to go: for one, they were serving my favorite drink, namely, a drink that someone else paid for. Two, a couple people really strong-armed me since they claim I am entertaining once I get a couple in me. I think I just get loud and boorish. Anyways, my friend Doobey is sitting next to me with his lady friend Esmeralda on his other side. Doobey is telling tall tales about his life on the road with the Grateful Dead. I was drinking Manhattans, with extra maraschino cherries. Mmmmmm. Doobey said something funny and I laughed and a hunk of cherry flew out of my mouth and landed on his arm. He was turned away and didn't notice the gobbit so I reached over and picked it off of him, revealing an ugly red stain on his arm that winked at me the rest of the night. He never noticed.