Some characters

I'm always meeting characters. I had a marathon work week last week and the characters were like cockroaches coming out of the woodwork. 


One night this guy kept telling me he loved me and some other odd stuff. He was a big, burly man. My co-worker thought he was autistic. Irrelevant. Anyway, he came back two nights later. I asked him if he had fun at the other show. He said he did have fun but got into some bad luck right after. He was running to catch his bus in front of Penn Station and tripped and broke his chest. BROKE HIS CHEST. Um. Yeah. He told me he had to go to the ER and everything but that there is not much they can do for a broken chest. I asked if he got some painkillers. He replied that he said no to the drugs, they don't mix well with alcohol and he'd rather drink. Okay, buddy.


This past Sunday was kind of sad at work. The last two bands were guys and gals in their late fifties and there was only like one person there to see them. It made me SO SAD for them. I tried to clap really loud but I've never been able to get a lot of sound out of these hands. The bass player of the last band said that he plays for empty rooms so much it's sick. SAD!!! But at least they're still rockin'?! Their one fan was an AWESOME lady. The dreads on this dude in the bar reminded her of Bob Marley which reminded her of her dead brother. He brother got killed in a car crash years ago. She got on a tragedy or emergency flight or whatever it is called from New York to Las Vegas where her brother was. She then said she was the only woman on the flight and that there were a bunch of "skinheads with combat boots" on the plane. A bunch of "hot, young men". I don't generally equate skinheads with hot men but to each their own Finally, one of them approached her and said on behalf of the air force (or national guard or whatever she said), they would like to wish her their condolences.  The amazing lady said this is just like a prank her brother would do. He must be doing this from the grave. He used to do a bunch of nuts shit that would get her in trouble. Like the time he told authorities at the airport she had a ton of drugs on her. Ah. Yeah. ANYWAY. So the band's one fan then gets into how she is of Native American descent and there were all these legit WARRIORS who had to drive and steal her brother's body and bring it back to the reservation. The funeral, etc, was beautiful though. The cremation process takes three hours so the badass lady and her friends went to dinner to kill time. While they were leaving, the smell of ganza filled the air. Evidently, her brother loved the stuff, so the lady and all of his friends and family threw in an ounce or so with his body and now that was burning along with it. She said the smell was so strong she was surprised the popo didn't come. Aaah....


During one of those marathon nights, there was a Justin Bieber-esque guy singing country meets frat songs. So many B-lites did I serve. This one guy that was annoying the shit out of me, told me he brought the singer over for me. He thought this would impress me. UM, NO. He then told me to get the performer a drink. I was like dude doesn't even look 21. Not doing it.


Another night, this one guy tipped me ONE QUARTER on THREE DRINKS. I gave him back his quarter. I felt feisty and really wanted to sock it to him but miraculously refrained. I told my security guard I wanted to yell at that guy, big time. Security guard was like, oh like the time you yelled "Hey you, red stripe shirt dick!" I had forgotten about that. I was going to see a show at a different venue and my friend was working and pointed out a guy who was giving him a hard time. I was sort of in a mood at the time so I yelled, "Hey you, red stripe shirt dick!" and maybe flipped him off?  Or something like that. Not nice. Not nice at all. But moral of story, be polite! 




I was also reminded today of a few weeks ago at work. There was this legit 80 year-old white man pimped out in a suit. He had his arms draped around two African queens. For the ladies, he bought two hennesseys on the rocks. For me, he did not leave a tip. Guess I'm not his type.