The following series of events was relayed to me in an email from my buddy Jeff. This is his story...
Two weekends ago, I found myself in a position where I literally said to myself, "What would Rick Tastic do?"
If any one of you tries to trademark that before me I'll rape your entire family. -Rick
It was a long Friday night shift, and a girl I had gone out on a date with a few days before comes into the bar. That date was nothing special. She was roughly a half hour late, forgot her ID, and we had a language or, more specifically, an accent barrier... so, the usual. I described the date to a mutual friend as "bland".
But I digress, that actually has nothing to do with the story.
After I make it perfectly clear we would not be going on another date, EVER, she takes off with her friend. As she walks out, a drunk trio walks in. Now, everybody thinks that bartenders get pussy all the time. I wish this were the case, but sometimes even being paid to get girls drunk doesn't always work out. Although, it does beat the hell out of buying girls drinks for no apparent reason other than trying to get my whistle wet.
Tonight though... tonight is about to get weird.
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