By The Dancing Pony pickup line of the week is….
I call this one a Divine accident.
We had a lot of traffic coming into the nightclub from the oil fields this weekend. Early in the evening on Saturday, there was a ruckus out in the parking lot so the bouncers and I went out to investigate.
We discovered that a mild fender bender had happened
and the two parties involved, along with a host of onlookers, were gathered surveying the damage.
It appeared that a young lady driving a 4-door dually had made a turn too sharp and caught another truck’s bumper. The damage was not severe but any damage to a truck like that is costly.
The truck she hit was a ‘69 Chevy
that had been restored and was in show room condition. The bumper was a little bent on the old truck but it had taken off half the side panel on her truck.
The owner of the restored truck was looking at the damage and the young lady was standing there, crying and apologizing, when a smart ass from the growing crowd started bad-mouthing women drivers and heckling the poor girl.
The cowboy whose truck had been hit turned to this guy and said,
“Hey look, everybody has a bad day every once in a while. Cut her some slack. Besides, it ain’t your truck that’s been hit so why don’t you just mosie along.”
The smart ass replied, “She was probably putting on make-up while she was driving and hit you, and you’re gonna take up for that stupid bitch?”
The cowboy took exception to the verbal attack
on the poor girl, and the last word wasn’t completely out of the jackass’s mouth before he found himself kissing asphalt. The crowd snickered at him and a few people even heckled him for his bad manners.
I took one look at the bouncers, who looked ready to act, and said, “Let it go guys. If he gets up and picks a fight you can intervene.”
The young lady looked at the cowboy
and said, “I’m so sorry about all of this. You didn’t have to do that for me. After all, I did just wreck your nice truck.”
The cowboy said, “Well, pretty lady, I’ve had this truck since high school and it’s my pride and joy. I rebuilt it myself and
There’s not much you can do to this Chevy that I can’t fix.
Besides, if I was gonna get hit by someone I’m glad it was a pretty cowgirl like you and not some mouthy jackass like that guy. I can fix your truck, too, if you want.”
The young lady was crying, blushing, and smiling all at the same time when she said, “I don’t know what to say. You’ve been such a gentleman about all this. I couldn’t ask you to do anything like that. I have insurance and I’m sure it’ll take care of the damage on your truck and mine.”
The cowboy said, “I appreciate that but
I don’t let anybody work on this baby but me so don’t worry about it.”
Then the cowboy tilted his head up as if deep in thought and added, “But there is one thing you could do for me, if it’s not too much trouble.”
With great sincerity in her eyes, she nodded. “Of course, I’d be happy to…” Then smiling shyly, she added, “Uh, well, I guess I should ask what it is first.”
After laughing the cowboy replied,
“I’d be honored if you’d accompany me inside the Dancing Pony and dance with me tonight.”
Looking delighted, she said, “Oh my goodness, are you sure?”
“Never been more so, pretty lady.”
She said, “I’d be happy to.”
The crowd dispersed and everyone went back inside.
One of the bouncers turned to me and said,
“Hey boss, what do we do about this guy?”
He pointed at the heckler who was now sitting up in the parking lot nursing a bloody nose.
I said, “Call him a cab and come on back inside.”
So the bouncer looked at him and said,
“You’re a cab.”
Then he laughed and came back inside.