Recently, I went out on a date. It started off well enough. We went for a coffee and walked about then decided to go to this pub place to have dinner. Not too trashy and not too posh for a first date. She said that she didn't really drink alcohol. So I went to the bar, ordered food, and got a coke and a Peroni. I came back with the drinks and a table number stand and put them on the table. Just to make conversation , she asked me about the number 42 (we were table number 42) and the differences in Spanish (her mother tongue) of how you say 42. I put the glass to my mouth to sup my beer which was a bit too full up, but she asked about 42s makeup or something, and it required me to point at the number. So without drinking I put my beer down right in front of me. It was held in my left hand and moved my right hand to do the pointing. As I did so, I knocked the edge of the glass, but it didn't tip, as it was braced by left hand still holding it. Phew. Disaster averted. But ...
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