I don’t go to bars often, but there’s this pub within a block of my apartment that I have been meaning to go to. Finally stopped in and experienced a situation equal parts terrifying and borderline line laugh out loud hilarious.

Some old (possibly?) ex-Chad was at the bar wasted as shit. It was kind of out of place considering the bars proximity to a local college, but whatever old people have fun too I guess. This dude could barely get sentences out and was even cut off by the bartender. At this point, he kinda reminded me of my own dementia ridden dad in age and how gone he was. Anyway, this girl near by sat up out of the seat nearby to talk to the bartender, and grand elder Chaddington the 1st cups his hand over the seat like he was waiting for a stamp bag of black tar Heroin to land on it. He looked over at me with a fiendish grin and it left me both paralyzed with fear at the impending #metoo and also trying to contain my laughter at the absurdity of it all. Luckily (Sadly?) nothing happened as he withdrew his hand after a solid 10 seconds and began to sneeze profusely.

Still, I feel like as a lowkey MGTOW watching this scene unfold was somewhat funny and somewhat of a real-life Red Pill. What must have happened to this (50s/60s) y/o dude to end up at a bar blacked out trying to grope a random college aged girl? I also could only begin to imagine the amount of white knighting, #metoo-ing, and outrage this would ensue at this (probably) broken person.