You're Getting Called Out

After a chance encounter with a few people this weekend who clearly deserve notariety for their bumbling idiocy and negative-Z-game (as far away from A-game as you can get), I've decided to start a series of posts entitled "You're Getting Called Out." Here are this weekend's Cookie Call-Outs:

Runner-Up: Tim Foley, the Jay (of Jay and Silent Bob) look-a-like who hopped in a cab at 3am with Kathryn and me, hoping to get a lift to Rosslyn (we were headed in that direction). After listening to his incessant banter in the front seat of the cab, we finally pulled up at his house. The driver told us all that Tim's fare will be $15. He paused, didn't respond, then got out of the cab and walked away. Kathryn and I warned the driver that we don't know this guy and didn't want to get stuck paying his fare. The cab driver rolled his window down and shouted to Tim "excuse me...you need to pay." Tim responded "but I never pay more than $8 for a cab from Georgetown." Has this man ever heard of a tip? And if he thought $15 was outrageous, why not say something instead of just walking away to leave the ladies who already graciously offered to share their cab with him to cover his fare? Thankfully, Tim walked back to the cab and handed the driver a few bills, which looked to be a couple of ones and maybe a five. Poor form! Ladies, if you ever have someone named Tim Foley try to share a cab with you, tell him no!!

Winner: This is a picture of a table full of not-so-gentlemen at Indebleu on Friday night. The one on the right was eyeing (borderline ogling) one of the POP girls at the CPMC table. She thought 'hmm, he's sort of cute, I'll go talk to him.' About 20 minutes later, POP-girl comes back to report that it was a total mistake to have gone by their table. Apparently, one of the boys at the table told POP-girl that she should make herself a beverage. So at a pause in the conversation, she took him up on his offer. She began to put together a red bull and vodka. Half way through her pour, dark-blue-shirt boy told her she was making the drink incorrectly. She told him thanks, but she was okay, she knew what she was making. He then got fiesty, grabbed the bottle of alcohol out of her hand, told her that they had paid $200 for the table and she could just go and buy her own drink. WHAT??? Who does that? First, who is so pressed that he has to flaunt the measly $200 he paid for table service (and apparently the rights to be a jackass). Second, he already knew she had her own table and wasn't there to mooch off his. Third, who does this guy think he is talking to a beautiful woman like that? He clearly needs some lessons in manners. NEXT!