Slow

Work has been so slow lately. Last night I showed up late (around 10:00) and it was dead. It remained dead all night. At 2:00 it was probably the most busy it had been all night and there were still tons of open tables.

I talked with this one customer who used to come in all the time and thinks he's tight with all the girls. He is always telling me how him and so-and-so are like this (crosses fingers) and how he hangs out with her and her family and blah blah blah. This guy is short, really short, like 5'1 or something, pretty heavy and unattractive. He's knows this and the titty bar is the only place he can get pretty girls to talk to him I guess. If I had a soul I'd be a little saddened by this.

Then I got a VIP with this guy who was a real mushy type. Great VIP, though. He was giving me a back rub and actually asked me if I could take my bra off. I was confused; you mean you aren't going to immediately attack my breasts with your hands with the intensity of someone who hasn't touched a boob in decades...

My bartender is still out of town so I've been sober at work lately. Boring, but nice being able to drive my own car home.