Saturday night I went to the Record Bar to meet a few friends. You know it’s a good night when it ends with you puking on a street corner like a hobo. Like I said, it was a good night.
When I worked at the porn store, there were a ton of drunk people that came to the store. There were large groups that came in after hitting the bars. And of course their were the bachelor and bachelorette groups that would drive me nuts. And then just the random people who were trashed and would drive to the store to buy crap they would never buy when they were sober.
There used to be this one college couple that would come in after they drinking a few, pick out a few nudie magazines to look at, then sit on the floor and peruse their chosen smut. I would usually let them sit there for awhile before I kicked them out.
This one drunk guy came in during a Chiefs football game and proceeded to yell at me because I didn’t have the game on the radio. He tried to come behind the counter to change the channel so I yelled at him sternly like I was his 3rd grade teacher. He got this wounded puppy dog look on his face and walked out of the store.
Then there were the people who would come in all high and rent porn movies. They would pull out the dvd packages and laugh at the naked people in compromising positions. Anyway, one time this guy didn’t have any cash on him for his movies so he tried to give me a joint as payment. I had to decline because I couldn’t exactly put a joint in my bank deposit for the night, now could I?