Red Flag on the Play

Story Submitted by Helen:

Ron contacted me over a dating site.  He was a charming guy whose exuberance was a welcome change from the string of boring guys I had been dating.  It wasn't long before he asked me out to a Friday night dinner.

He picked me up from my place.  I was dressed for a nice night out, but he looked dressed for a high school football game.  I asked him, "Where are we going for dinner?"

"You'll see," he said.

He drove us to a local high school.  A football game was being played, and the place was thick with people.  He parked the car, turned to me, and gave me a big grin.

I asked him, "We're going to a high school football game?  I'm not any kind of football fan."

"Yeah!" he said, clearly excited to be there, "They serve food here.  Hot dogs, beer, Whatever you want!"

He led me into the packed bleachers, shoving his way through the crowd until he found a spot that was just as crowded as everywhere else around it.  He pumped both of his fists in the air and yelled, "Wooo!  Beat Briarton!"

Someone nearby said, "They're not playing Briarton!"

Someone else yelled, "Asshole!"

Ron yelled, "Wooo!" again, then teetered backward. Not long after, he put his arm around me and said, "Having fun?  Hungry?"

"No.  And yes," I replied.

He whistled and shouted, "Beer!  Beer over here!"

Someone yelled, "High school game, asshole."

Someone else said, "Food's at the concession stand."

Ron turned to me and asked, "What do you want?"

I said, "I want to go."

Ron replied, "I do too, but I want to see how the game ends, first.  I'll get you a hot dog.  Be back soon!"

He busted through the crowd faster than I could tell him I didn't want a hot dog at all.  I had had enough, though, so I squeezed my way out of the stands, walked a fair distance off, called a friend, and soon I was spirited away from that moron and Briarton or whoever it was that they were playing.