[Scene: Todd is in the town bar nursing a beer. Sitting next to him is a blind dude with a white cane & a backpack.]
Dude: <urp> I gotta go to the can, man. You keep an eye on my stuff for me?
Todd: Whatever dude.
[Dude gets up off the stool and stumbles towards the men's room.]
Todd: You sure you don't need your stick man? [Takes up the cane.]
Dude: Nah, I know my way to the john....
[Todd is still holding the cane when a voluptuous out-of-town broad comes over and sits near him. Todd stealthily checks out her humongous boobies.]
Chick: Bartender, gimme a daquiri.
Todd: Hey there. New in town?
Chick: Yeah, just got in. God, this town is a dump.
Todd: Yeah....
[Bartender brings her the daquiri. She downs it and orders another one.]
Chick: Mmm, that was a goooood daquiri.
Todd: You must've been thirsty. Let me buy you the next one.
Chick: OK, sugar! Hey, yer cute!
Todd: Mm-hm....
Chick: Do you have much trouble getting around, being blind and all?
Todd: [sizing up the situation] No, not at all. You'd be surprised how many people think I'm a retard just 'cause I'm blind, though.
Chick: Oh, really? Such as?
Todd: Well ... the other day I was waitin' at the intersection for the light to change, and this twerp comes over and asks me if I need help crossing the street.
Chick: [gulping 2nd daquiri] Oh yeah? What'dya do?
Todd: Told him to leave me the hell alone. Bartender, another round.
Chick: Tee hee, you're funny.
Todd: [still checking out her boobies] 'N' then, when I was crossin' the street, this asshole makin' a right drives his car almost right into me, stops in the middle of the crosswalk 'n' says, "Do you need help pushin' the button?"
Chick: Ooooo. What happened?
Todd: Told him, "No, I need you to get the hell out of my way." Then I whomped his car with my cane and told him to get the hell out of there before I stomped a mudhole in his back. 'N' then he gets out of his car and starts yellin' 'bout somethin', so I pulled my gun out 'n' said, "Keep talkin', I'll find ya."
Chick: You have a gun??
Todd: From my days 'for I went blind.
Chick: [gulps 3rd daquiri] But how do you know where to shoot?
Todd: Like I said, "Keep talkin', I'll find ya." He got in his car and drove off. Guess he didn't want t' find out if I could or not.
Chick: You know, I don't believe you're blind at all. You've been starin' at my boobs for the entire time we been talking.
Todd: Well, I may have been starin', but I haven't seen anythin'.
Chick: [takes his free hand and places it on her boobs] You mean you haven't seen these?
Todd: Hey girl, is this sexual harrassment? If it is, I don't mind.
Chick: Tee hee! Let's go get a booth.
Todd: Okay.
[They walk off, Todd touching her elbow and doing a pretty good imitation of a blind guy as she leads. They sit down in a corner booth.]
Todd: You got a nice set there, babe.
Chick: You wanna see them again.
Todd: Sure.
[She takes his free hand and places it on her right booby. Todd fakes non-eye-contact.]
Todd: Hmmm. [He slips his hand into he blouse and under her bra. She giggles.] Hey, this is pretty amazin'.
Chick: What is?
Todd: The bumps on your nipple halo read like Braille. Don't see that too often....
Chick: [giggles] What's it say?
Todd: Um, "Go to 530 East Lemon Avenue in Monrovia for an easy handout."
Chick: [giggles] It does not...
Todd: Yeah it does. Wait, there's more ... "...continued on other boob."
Chick: Well, you'd better keep readin' then.
[Todd fumbles under her blouse and "reads" her other nipple halo.]
Todd: Says here your name is "Marie Blackwell." But I can't make out what the rest is. Maybe I better try to improve it.... [starts rubbing her nipple in a circular motion]
Chick: Why, my name is Marie! You can't really tell that from ... ooo ... my boob, can you? Mmmmm....
Todd: Yeah, and you address is 118 West Ventura Street, Las Vegas, Nevada ... brown eyes, brown hair ...
Chick: Mmmmm, honey, you're good ... oooo ... don't stop ....
[Time passes. She has another daquiri and Todd rubs both her boobs some more and continues with the bullshit. Finally she gently stops him and starts to rearrange her blouse.]
Chick: Hon, you're sweet, but I gotta catch my bus. If yer ever in Vegas, you be sure to look me up. Just remember, 118 West Ventura Street.
Todd: Sure, girl. You have a good trip now.
[She stands up, nearly falls down, and stumbles out of the bar.]
[Todd orders another beer. The blind dude stumbles back to the bar.]
Dude: Hey Todd! Where'd ya go?
Todd: Over here, man.
[Blind dude comes over to the booth & sits down.]
Dude: Man, I passed out an no one did anything for me.
Todd: Well, dude you're always saying you don't want any help.
Dude: Yeah ... so, what kept you here?
Todd: Dude, you would not believe the last hour. This chick came is, thought I was blind since I had your cane and the shades, and she had this tremendous rack, and I convinced her I could read Braille on her boobs.
Dude: Whoa! How the hell did you get her to fall for it??
Todd: Easy, dude. Her purse was open and I checked out her ID.
[End.]