Is it Sunday again? Last week just flew by. Huh.
53. Rudy and I would go to Port Aransas for Memorial Day and camp out in a tent on the beach. The first night we got there is was windy and rainy, so we sat in the tent and proceeded to play Drinking Rummy. Normally I am awesome at Rummy, but I guess when you add the word Drinking in front of it, I automatically suck. Needless to say I became plastered in all of 30 minutes. The last thing I remember is running naked down the beach and into the Gulf, and the next morning was miserable as I woke up not only hungover, but soaking wet. I thought our tent had leaked in the rain, but it turned out our cooler was the one leaking, and it only leaked on me. Sad.
|Peanut looks happy, right?|
54. Once upon a time I worked at Wal-Mart (omg, I know, right), and our lines were really long. I wasn’t paying much attention to who was actually in my line until an older man approached and I realized he had nothing to purchase. He gave me a sly, partially toothless grin and asked if I wanted to join him and his friend “Jack” (Daniels) in his cab (semi driver) when I got off work. Oh, I was totally mortified, and made up a lie about having a boyfriend and I thought that would be the end of it. Nope. Just a week later I was at Applebee’s with a friend when he happened to be there as well. Of course he saw me and came over to the table, interrupting our dinner. At that point I finally told him I had zero interest in leaving my (pretend) boyfriend and that he should just move on.
|Me and my frizzend at the Bee’s.|
60. While working at The Eagle’s Gulch in downtown San Antonio Riverwalk, I had a customer who started a tab with what turned out to be a stolen credit card. When I discovered this, I was immediately pissed off and demanded cash on the spot before calling the police. The man got belligerent and tried to give me what was most likely stolen goods in payment before throwing a beer bottle at me. After that moment I kicked my USAF training in gear, picked the man straight up off his bar stool and very literally threw him in the street, followed by his backpack and his crappy goods. Everyone in all of the restaurants and businesses around us started filing out and gave me applause as the police showed up. All the officers knew me well because I was the one bartender who ran a clean, well-behaved scene, so they immediately arrested the man and informed me of his schizophrenia and history of criminal activity. I never saw him again, and I became a rather famous bartender.
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