@Ketchum BWAHAHAHA!!! That was the best storytime tale so far. haha! It reminds me when I just finished college, I went back to Corpus to visit a buddy. He told us to meet at a bar called the Bair's Den because a mutual friend just got a job as a bartender there and she would hook us up with drinks. Well, we got there and the place was was mostly empty except for two tables next to each other in the back with 50-60 somethings in cowboy boots/hats. They stared at us a bit, we said hi, they returned, so we walked on in and got quarters for the jukebox and the pool table since our friend's shift hadn't started yet.
Apparently my buddy found the lone non-country CD in the player so as we grab our pool cues, Jungle Boogie from the Pulp Fiction soundtrack starts blasting. I am not sure why he thought that was a good idea, but he did. So, instinctively my buddy I and start dancing around the table, spinning the cues, jousting it kung fu style, pimp caning it, a long with some great "stepping" in between shots. With the song almost over I think to look over at the couple of populated tables and am pretty much met with this look- one guy, I am not sure if he was standing or sitting, just kind of frozen in a half crouch over his chair in disbelief.
Fortunately, right then our friend came in (tall redhead, big boobs) and gave us a hug and introduced us to the owner. I am pretty sure she saved us. Our disco dancing proclivities aside, we were accepted as full members of the bar. We didn't play the Pulp fiction Soundtrack any more though. haha!
Epilogue: We later found out the Pulp Fiction CD was our friend's and it took her days to convince the owner to put it in there. Of course we were the first ones to ever play it.