She was sitting alone at the bar and had been for nearly twenty minutes. I sat down next to her and asked, “What’s the worst pickup line a guy has ever tried?”
Thinking I had just made a complete fool out of myself, I blushed and repeated the question.
With a mischievous grin she replied, “Why? Are you trying to pick me up?”
“Maybe. It would depend upon whether you shoot me down or not.”
After a long pause she said, “What’s your sign?” She saw my confused look and continued, “That’s the worst one. Or maybe the one you just tried. I’m not sure.”
“It can’t be.”
“Why is that?”
“Because it seems to have worked. Would you care to grab a table?”