I bartended at a couple of Fishing Lodges, near the border of Canada two summers in a row. As you can imagine, my personality lends itself pretty well to bartending. As you can also imagine in that job a lot of unwanted attention floats your way. I was able to deflect a lot of it, oftentimes by pulling out my surefire mood killer in which I stare 'em right in the eye and say, deadpan:
"I WANT A BABY."
Anyway, one night one of my seventyish-year-old customers asked me,
"Would you have sex with me for a thousand dollars?"
I politely declined.
He hung his head and said, "That's too bad. I sure could have used the money."
4 comments:
hahaha i love old men!
It looks like you have a Black Belt so I'm surprised they would mess with you.
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It's hard to find one that sharp!! Cute story!
Awwww....Island View!! The last place I ever saw you in person when Beth and I dropped you off and your Mom picked you up. I sunburned my shins SUPER bad that day we were on Beth's houseboat. But it was worth it....because I got to hang with you the first and only time!! :)
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