Tastes Like Armpit, Don't It?

Andrea and I got away from the kids last night by going out to dinner.  I have been craving a shrimp po' boy from last time when I came, so we went to Times Bar and Grill.  Awesome place.  It's a small franchise and this branch is located in an old train station.  Halfway through our meal, a train rumbled by.

We picked the perfect night to go out.  Ladies night!  We weren't planning on drinking, but after our meal we sat down at the bar and decided to have a free drink.  I asked for a dreamsicle flavored drink.  Well, the bartender has Thursdays off and the substitute has no clue how to tend bar.  Basically, she filled a tea glass up with vanilla vodka and splashed some orange flavoring over it.  I was tipsy after one and really close to wasted after two.

As we were sitting at the bar, a 'regular' was sitting next to us, eating cajun flavored trail mix.  The bartender dumped out the mix and added some more to the glass while the getting-drunker-by-the-minute man protested.  He said he was enjoying eating the crumbs, even if some of them tasted like arm pit...

What?

Apparently, our surprise at what he said meant 'interested' to him and he spent about 10 minutes trying to get us to taste the 'armpit crunchies.'  Andrea sniffed one of them and he thought she ate it.  That's when he said the words "Tastes like armpits, don't it?"  Umm, no.  Like she's going to eat something that tastes like armpits.