A note.

A guy in a plaid shirt tapped me on the shoulder and handed me a napkin at Brass Monkey. It was folded in half with a pen in the middle.

Plaid guy: It's from the guys at the end of the bar.
Me: Uhhhh
Plaid guy: Don't worry, it's just a note. There's not a dead animal folded in there or anything.
Me: Oh...well, that's good.

He left. I opened the napkin. It read, "You look bored. Come over here and party, we have girl scout." There was a "yes" box and a "no" box. The no box was crossed out to indicate that it was not an option.

Before I really had time to think about what "we have girl scout" could mean, they sent me a girl scout cookie. Unfortunately, it had coconut in it, and I'm allergic. I sent back a note that said, "I'm allergic," and a friend ate the cookie.

They never came over to talk to me. And I wasn't bored, I was watching the super bowl.