DC bar folk

I just got back from a business trip to Washington DC. While we were there, we all went to eat in a bar. Now, Texas is known for it's bar folk (friends in low places, right?). But DC is now in the running for classiest barfly.

I walk into the Men's room to pee, and there's a guy standing at one of the urinals wearing a sleeveless (torn-off) black t-shirt, holding a cigarette and peeing with the same hand. Careful there, buddy. That's the stuff that hilarious & embarassing trips to the hospital are made of. There was no divider between the urinals which made me a little (a lot) uncomfortable, but as a dude you can't walk out on account of that. So I had to pee next to him.

He immediately strikes up a conversation:
Barfly: "How bout this fantastic weather?"
Me: "Yeah, it's pretty nasty"
Barfly: "Is it still pouring outside?"
Me: "Nah, it's cleared up"
Barfly: "It was pouring rain when I got here at 3"
Me: (What time is it? 7:00? You've been here for 4 hours?) "Well, it's sleeting a little"

I mention I'm from Dallas and we make small talk about football. While washing my hands, I notice the words on his shirt: "I'm not a gynecologist ... but I'll take a look". Classy.

So I decided that I need to hang out at bars more. This is probably the kind of person that Jesus hung out with all the time.