Well well, welfare week and a full moon happening simultaneously apparently means the downtown east side of Vancouver is a shitty, shitty place to work.On the bright side, I was able to pull the baseball bat out from behind the bar for my first time!
I've been told that just smacking it on the bar is usually enough to scare people off, but apparently that isn't always the case. This guy just sat back, crossed his arms, and said "Call the cops. I'll charge you with assault. You tried to hit me with a bat." I told him, of course, that I don't try to hit people with things, I either do or I don't. I'd also already hid said bat, and was prepared to tell the police (who were taking their sweet ass time) that no situation with a bat had happened whatsoever, which all of my regulars would attest to. Not that it matters, really, seeing as the cops would rather drag a dude to the drunk tank than listen to him speak.
So, of course I got a little drunk after work, before going home to my weirder half. He'd made KD and hot dogs, which made me feel 12. And now, I get to blog while he watches some sort of South Korean videogaming tournament on the internet.
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