Forty years ago, I was at a biker bar in Michigan drinking with some friends over the holiday. We were staying at one of the fellow's cabins. The room was only heated with a wood stove and it was cold, so we went to a bar. After a few drinks, I saw a pool table and some guys playing. Thinking I knew the rules, I put $0.50 on the edge of the table to "challenge" the winner.
After a while, a gentleman at the table loudly inquired who was next. It appeared that it was my turn. He was dressed in nondescript jeans with his wallet attached to his belt with a chain. I asked what we were playing and he said, "Straight pool."
Everything went fine for several turns. I played well and sank at least one ball on every turn. He played equally well and with confidence. And then, I drilled the "8 ball" in the corner pocket.
He was aghast. "Why did you do THAT?" he demanded.
I had just ruined the game and he was irritated. I thought we were playing "straight pool" where the first one to 25 wins. He thought we were playing "8 ball" or "stripes and solids". It was just by coincidence that I had sunk all the balls of the same classification up until the point where I sunk the "8 ball" Sinking the "8 ball" out of turn automatically loses the game and is a stupid thing to do.
I paid for the game and bought the gentleman a beer and explained the mistake. He still didn't really believe me and I decided that I had better not play pool for the rest of the night.
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William Schaeffer