God how I hate crappy days. Yesterday we took in $50 and finished with a guy so drunk he couldnt tell me where he lived. Now imagine, your job is to transport people safely from point A to point B. You then pay me the fare and I go spend it on beer because I got myself into this in the first place. So when I ask you: Is your place on the North side of I-225 or South? And you slurr Who are you talking too? Gee, youre weird. Ill respond: And your new home is that 7-11 right over there! Getoutamycaryoumoron! Thus problem solved. Spent the rest of the evening being harassed by the She-Tender.
Posted on: Wed, 13 Nov 2013 15:16:36 +0000
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