Yesterday at O'connells Pub in St. Louis, my girlfriend and I sit down to eat some burgers. Far back booth.

After a few minutes, a young, college aged woman sits down by herself and orders a Bud Light at the two-top next to us.

Shortly after, her slightly older female friend joins her.

They begin loudly discussing the fact that the young lady JUST has cheated on her boyfriend at a party. The discussion is filled with information about the sexiness of it all, the temptation, and the desire to do it again and not be caught.

Disgusting. As the conversation progressed, my GF had to stop me twice from leaning over and calling them out. I felt like I was about to go Animal House and dump a beer on the older one....who was thinking she was all Magnum P.I.

So I sit, and I continue listening, they were so loud, that you couldn't ignore them...on and on about advice about phone records, not using texts, the mentality you need in a man to cheat with and not get caught....on and on....disgusting.

It made me literally sick to my stomach, and I felt like vomiting. I was locked in to their conversation...The hate began to flow through me. My dinner was ruined....

Payback was a must. But how?

So I listen, and after a few minutes, the older woman says the magic words I needed to hear.

"Chris can never find out. It would kill him"

So now I have a name. Chris.

I don't know Chris, by the way. But that's no matter.

As we are leaving the bar, it was go-time.

I direct my GF to the front of the bar, as sh1t is going down. If one of them mouths off, GF might react, so I got her out of the danger zone. She moves off, and I pull over a chair to their two-top.

"Hi, I'm Burt. I thought I recognized you when you came in. How's it going? I met you briefly through Chris."

Young female says, "Oh Hi. How's it going? (She didnt realize that we were the ones sitting behind her the entire time...she had never looked over)

I then say: "I figured I'd come over and say Hi real quick, but seriously...and this is a bit odd....but I heard everything you just said. I'm sickened, but I am going to let Chris know everything I just overheard. Small world isnt it?"

I expected an eruption.

Both females turned bleach white, and the young cheater looked like she had just seen her parents die in a fiery crash.

"What?" she said...looking over at her friend, horrified....

I said, "we have been sitting here behind you, and we heard everything. And frankly, I am about to vomit. I have to let him know."

Her face turned red, her eyes welled up with tears...I got up, and said..."Small world."

My GF then chimes in with a classic, "Is that her? I thought that was her." Totally sold it...

Both women then COVER THEIR FACES.

And like that, we were out.

for the rest of the day I referred to myself as "Judge Dread."

PS: To Chris in St. Louis, the girl was a young brunette @ 25+, met with a blonde @ 30...who was very loud. Sunday, Feb. 21 @ 3 p.m.