True story:
I'm at work late on New Years Eve and some kids come up to get change. But I'm already dealing with a young couple in their early '20's. The male half of this couple comes up a little short and asks his girlfriend to front him the money.
"You'll have to work at paying me back," she says.
He scoffs. "You can have a taste of my balls. That'll be enough of a payback," he says.
She laughs.
""No, really; a taste of Balls is more than enough," he said.
At this point I'm a little p*ssed. "You want to watch your language around the kids?" I say.
They look incredulous.
"Balls is a drink," the guy says, and shows me a bottle. The woman bursts out laughing.
I'm still not sure if I was conned or not, but they sure seemed on the up and up.
* * * *
Again - thank God I no longer work nights in this business. Without going into detail (and I never have re: work) I mediated a physical argument between two groups. One accused the other of getting a child drunk; the other claimed the accusers were armed and going to retaliate.
All this and that before-mentioned headache too . .
100 minutes to go. . . and then all I have to worry about is driving home with all the drunks on the road.
Sigh. I shoulda been born rich.
I've read about seven of your entries...and now I can't remember how I stumbled upon your link! Very entertaining! Your girls are just precious!
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