A Mayfest story?<br />I got one:<br /><br />It was the 2001 event. I was in the company of a co-worker. I did not know her very well, but she had overheard me telling my boss that I was going and she sorta invited herself.<br /><br />We were listening to some band that was not very good. We had bought some coneys and were lucky enough to find an empty bench to sit on. Good food and good seating; how could I have asked for more?<br /><br />Then the band played a slow, bluesy song. My companion grabs my hand and tells me how nice it would be for me to ask her to dance.<br /><br />But I had found comfortable seating and I was eating coneys. It would have taken a tornado to move me at that moment. So like the yutz that I am, I just sat there and did not ask her to dance.<br /><br />The next thing I know, I get a large-sized cup of strawberry soda dumped on my head and a styrofoam tray of half-eaten coneys smashed in my face. <br /><br />And as I watched my, now very offended, companion stomp away; it occured to me that I probably did not handle that particular situation very well.<br /><br />Not surprisingly, she never spoke to me again.