Simple jobs have a way of becoming more complicated, but that’s why they pay you the big bucks, isn’t it?
The stench of stale urine made me want to vomit into the piss-warm beer I was drinking from a dirty glass. I tried to ignore it because I’d picked the stool at the end of the bar, close to the stinking washrooms, for a reason — I wanted to listen to the conversation next to me.
Normally, I sat at the other end of the bar, near the cash register, so that I could flirt with the waitresses when they placed their drink orders.… Read the rest
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