In Plain Sight

December 16, 2012Some dude came into the bar the other night and got so drunk he fell asleep at his chair. I asked my guys to go get him and kick him out. He went out like a dream..Got up..walked out. But then he got cold. I don't know why he didn't just go home, but he stood out side in the -10 weather and hung out for an hour. After a while he tried to come back in. I told him he couldn't and he called ma horrible horrible name that would involve me putting my mouth on a man's genitals. I shut the door.

Later I opened the door for a couple to leave and he made a run for it. Maybe he didn't figure I'd see him lurking there on the other side of our glass door, or maybe he didn't care, but he went for it. He might of made it too if he hadn't smashed into the door frame, spinning around in a circle. I caught him and pushed him out. He looked at me and said. "Come on man...its cold out" My feelings were still hurt from the name calling.

With no further recourse he did the only appropriate thing. He spit on my window and ran away. I asked for someone to grab some water. When I got it, about 5 minutes later, I threw onto the lovely gob on my window. Unfortunately it had already frozen to the window, and the water I threw just froze over it, protecting it from any further washing attempts. FML

He came by tonight and was quite hurt that I wouldn't let him in. He said, "But all my friends are in there!"

Ah geez bud, I feel bad for you.