. . . of course, I pass this bar on my way home from work every day.
This little red-neck-looking place is just up the road from our house and lends an air of rustic sophistication to the otherwise drab Oklahoma landscape. There are other bars nearby, but this is the closest.
Nana Pam has been wanting to visit the place and promised to let me know what it’s like. I figured letting her go in there alone would be a safe play, because if I was with her and she was “hit on”, I would be expected to protect her honor – and subsequently I might get hurt. But, if she wanders alone into a bar full of obnoxious biker dudes, then my safety would be assured by my obvious absence. Besides, Nana Pam likes to taunt biker dudes and is usually only hindered from doing so by my restraining influence. So, if I’m not with her, she could engage in one of her favorite hobbies (i.e. “bar brawling with bikers”) and I wouldn’t be bothered with the constant worry of having to keep her out of trouble after she’s had one or two rum and cokes.
Since we’ve moved out into the country, Nana Pam has been more and more attracted to social networking. Besides “The Bar”, there are plenty of other social networking sites in the local area, such as “the Office”, the “Midway Club”, “Da Bomb”, and “Randy’s Frog Pond”. So far I’ve done well keeping Nana Pam from frequenting these places by letting her log into internet social networking sites like “facebook”, which has turned out to be a bit safer. And unlike when she is out and about to these other social networking sites, Nana Pam (a.k.a “the Rum Hound”) doesn’t always have a drink in her hand when she’s on “facebook”, so it’s also less expensive.
Thus, with Nana Pam on the computer chatting with “the Jimmys” and other friends, I worry less about potential lawsuits from irate biker dudes whom have been insulted or molested by Nana Pam at a local biker bar. A win-win situation.
