Badass, or somesuch

I was having a beer on this little patio in front of the New Orleans, a little bar/restauraunt in Seattle's Pioneer Square, the other night, and some guy randomly walks up to me from the sidewalk side of the railing. He was obviously drunk, and dressed sort of like what you might expect a modern pirate to look like...big hoops in his ears, red bandanna tied around his head, short beard, etc. Not even remotely in a hip-hop way either.

He says to me "I wish I could be a badass!" with no detectable sarcasm or irony but almost a hint of admiration, which is what made this odd. I was just kind of hanging out, and I don't think of myself as nessecarily looking 'badass'.

He puts his hand out to shake mine, and I shake it.

Then he says "How long have you been a bouncer?"

I reply that I am not, I'm just having a beer.

The modern urban pirate turns and walks away without another word.

Ah, I love the odd things that happen to me sometimes.