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Early this summer, I was at my local baseball stadium watching our minor league team get its butt kicked. Early in the evening I popped over to the stadium's one ATM to buy some cash. There were three or four guys in line. There was a blond girl in short shorts and a low-cut top at the ATM, and things weren't going well. It wasn't reading her card, she was trying to figure it out, it wasn't making sense. At some point she realized she was holding up the line and, trying to appease us, said, "I can't figure out how to insert it!"
I sort of muttered, mostly to myself, "That's what she said." A couple of the guys near me snickered. Eventually Darlin' figured out how to work the cash machine and, as it processed her withdrawal, said again, "I couldn't figure out how to insert it!" I said again, "That's still what she said." This time all three of the guys fought to keep from laughing.
As she walked away with her newly withdrawn cheddar, all four of us cracked up in a knot of "I'll show you how to insert it"s and other ribald comments.
Good "guy moment". Not necessarily a real great "human being moment". But good "guy moment".
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