What about Bob?

Okay, this is a late post. Just got back from being out tonight. Met up with a friend and had some wine at Louis 649. I got there before my friend and was just sitting at the table. The bartender asked if I wanted anything and I said, not yet, I'm waiting for a friend. A few minutes later an attractive blonde girl entered and sat at the bar. Then she approached me and asked if I was Bob.

There was an angel and a devil that appeared on the table in front of me.

In the end, I said no, I'm not Bob (though I probably could have played off a mispronounciation of my name). She went back to the bar and eventually Bob showed up. I gave a 15 minute window but the "blind date" of the evening did show up.

As my friend and I were walking back to the subway I spotted a penny at Waverly and University Place. It was from 2000. Then while I was waiting for my subway at West 4th I picked up a dime from 1995.

We can only ask: What about Bob?

PS>Future advice: Say you are and then say, "Why don't we get out of here, this place isn't really my scene." ;) [Oh, that was the devil.....]