Whichever way you want to look at it this weekend was pushing my last thread over the edge. Here are some of the highlights.
One of the new girls was about to walk out on the floor with a sheer top on and I straight up said told her she couldn't and it was at that point everyone in the back new that shit was about to get real, real in the club this weekend
I say to the manager that the next person that asks me to break the Seattle municipal code is going to get their jaw broken. What do you know Karma is a little bitch with a great sense of humor I find myself arguing with a man in a wheelchair about what exactly the law is, he is telling me I am wrong (for those of you that know me I'm not wrong I know that law better than I know my real name). Needless to say he didn't get his dick stroked nor did I break his jaw.
The Dr. came in to keep me on my toes that's always fun. Let's just say big squeeze and I don't mean that in a weird way at all.
I asked my manager for a bag of valuim so I could eat them like m&m's in hopes of not killing someone. This is shortly after I have my head between my legs as I feel like I'm having a panic attack. One of my finer moments for sure.
The very last man I talked to on Saturday night was being a dick and I told him if he continued I was going to smash his glasses, his response they were really expensive. My response "I'm sure they were, I mean mine were around $1,500" He continued to be a dick, I snatched his glasses off his face.
Needless to say I am currently taking a break from Seattle until I feel it is safe for other for me to come back. Just so we are clear the law is there for your protection as well, just think if you actually touched me and I didn't like it. I mean 911 is easy to remember but try dialing that as I'm stomping on your hands. Just kidding I would never do that...
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