Flea Market

To the best of my memory the drunken convo went something like this

S = Sara
M= Me

S: Its 19.95 to go to the bathroom please

M: Oh really....why?

S: Cos

M: Well you didn't pay to go to the bathroom earlier

S: That's because I had a chip

M: Well I have a chip too!

S: No only one chip per table. Sorry. I should've mentioned it.

M: Ah, well, I can represent the table next to us then. It's empty.

S: No. It doesn't work that way.

M: Why?!

S: The system doesn't work that way.

M: Well whatever I really have to pee right now I will pay you when I come back

5 minutes later

S: Okay now I have to pee

M: Okay well you have to pay 19.95

S: No I don't...I get....refills.

M: WHAT. THE. FUCK.