How to Score a Ben

We all needed a drink today after work, so my boss, co-worker and I went over to a bar/restaurant downtown. We got a great table outside so we could "people watch", as my boss likes to do. We ordered, drank, talked, ordered more, talked, ate, and drank more. As we lingered over our lovely drinks and tasty snacks, we were only vaguely aware of the dinner crowd that was starting to arrive. Vaguely aware that is, until we started hearing some complaining about wanting a table. We ignored the first "Hey, I'll give you 50 bucks for that table", and continued shoveling baked brie onto our flat bread. Dum-de-dum, cheese, whisky, bread. Yum. Now, here's what I learned today:

If you go to The Swiss Hotel before 5pm on a Friday and get a cute table out front, eventually some cocky, giant guy (a local realtor in our case, coincidentally named Ben) will give you a hundred dollars if you leave and give him your coveted, red checkered table. So, drink, eat, talk and take your sweet ass time with that dipping oil, then take the money and laugh!

Now you realize I can't promise this will happen to you. And it's also possible that it could happen anywhere.