Yes, These Things Really Do Happen...

This little diddy doesn't exactly have to do with throwing darts, but it happened at league night. It's just another of those strange things that have happened to me while on the road playing darts.

This was my husband's soft-tip team in Indiana, just 60 miles away from where we lived. After getting married my husband continued to finish out the season in his former hometown, even though it was quite a cruise on a week night. I wasn't on his team, but was the official "Fan Club" for his team, and witnessed this one first-hand myself.

It was a rainy, rainy night and we were at a dart bar we hadn't previously been to before. There was a horseshoe shaped bar with the dart boards off to the side. We each took seats at the bar, facing the boards, and took all the empty seats. The last seat at the end of the horseshoe was occupied by a fella who was bent over the bar and totally passed out. Occasionally we would look over and laugh to ourselves, not believing that a guy could be passed out at the bar at only 7:00PM and oblivious to all the noise, music and people in the bar.

As people came in and out of the bar, we could of course hear the rain and didn't think anything of it. The next time we looked over at the passed-out fella, and I swear this is true, he was still passed out, still oblivious to the world, and just peeing away (without a care in the world, I may add) right through his pants, dripping off the bar stool and on to the floor. (We had thought it was the rain at first.) We just couldn't believe it. The guy didn't wake up for another 30 minutes, and no one from the bar made a move to touch him (I guess they didn't have a twenty-foot pole in the backroom). Finally, the guy woke up, looked around with a disorientated look on his face, picked his money up off the bar and sauntered out. Unbelievable!

One of the barkeeps came over, wiped the chair and mopped the floor. Twenty minutes later the bar started filling up and someone else sat there. I guess it just goes to show that you can only expect the unexpected and may never know exactly what you're getting into when you saddle up to the bar...