On Thursdays it has a pretty awesome 5 course deal for cheap, and a couple of weeks ago some lacrosse girls and I went. We went straight after practice because it closes at nine, and we don't get home until about 8:30. Needless to say we looked pretty gross. Well it was't too bad, but we were in sweats with fairly messy hair and no makeup. NBD, but we were seated next to some Geordie gentlemen. A Geordie is someone from the North East part of England. Actually you know you are in Geordie country when you see the Angle of the North; look below to see the figurine. 
Geordies are generally a rough a tumble group of people who have weird dialects. They like to drink, watch football, drink, and get into fights. They are pretty similar to some gentlemen that you might find the the greater Philadelphia region. As we sat down next to these, already drunk, men they slurred, "You lot must be strippers. I can tell by your dress." We ignored the obvious stab at our more than unfashionable attire because we were hungry and just wanted to eat. These dudes continued to harass out for a good 15 min. The waiter did ask them to please stop, and they stopped shouting; however, the comments were nonstop. I think we took it for so long because we A. were extremely hungry and B. we could only understand a third of their speech. Eventually we made out several sexist, homophobic, and all in all rude comments, and well I said something. My roommate Nicole saw me and quickly got a manager to counter act my brave and stupid choice. I just could not take them drooling and offending my friends like that.
Me: Excuse me but can you please stop talking to us.
Geordie 1: I'm talkin to my mate.
Me: That is fine, but please stop starring at my friend when you do that.
Geordie 1: Would you leave us alone. I am just talkin to my mate.
Me (false politeness now lost): Fine. Look at him then.
Geordie 2: You are harassing us!
This is when the manager steps in and asks them to lower their voices. Geordie # 2 starts screaming that I was bothering them since I walked in, and they have tried to ignore us. He then tells everyone in the place that he will punch them in their faces. After that he picks up his chair and slams it on the ground with all his drunken might. Geordie #1 goes to the owner and demands that they get a free meal.
I laugh at the ass as he gets kicked out. Geordie #3, who has not said a word, eats his meal as fast as possible before getting kicked out officially.
Then the food came, and it was worth it.
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