A woman walks into Sophie's early one recent evening. She sits down and orders a drink. She pulls out her phone and calls a friend. "Do you want to come meet me? I'm in your neighborhood." But she doesn't know where she is exactly. She goes outside to find the name of the bar. "Sophie's" doesn't appear anywhere out front. The women studies all the signs in the window for a moment and comes back in.
She continues the conversation with her friend. "I'm at a place called Public Telephone."
oh jesus. that is priceless, indeed.
That's funny. btw--I ran into Bob Arihood yesterday and he is well
you mean her iphone could not tell her where she is -- she probably didn't have an app to see for that
This is my favorite EVG post ever.
OK, that's pretty adorable.
Does anyone else ever get Sophie's and Joe's confused in their head or is it just me?
At least she didn't say she was at the Pabst Blue Ribbon bar.
At Erin: Talk about confusing. You can always spot the frat boys walking into Sophie's who suddenly realize that they made a mistake. Someone asks, "Is this the Ace Bar?"
Oh, the stupidity!
"didn't have an app for that." very good.
Haha! Best post today.
Awww, that's cute. :)
One Saturday night in 2002, I lost my flip phone. I called it from my friends phone and a guy said "I have your phone, I'm at Salty's on 5th between A and B." So we went over there and the bouncer or some older guy hanging out outside had my phone. So, for a decade, I called it Salty's until my husband one day was like, "What did you just call it? You mean Sophie's?" Hahaha. We had been there together before this realization. Anyway, I still call it Salty's.
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