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Just one minor note before I begin the backstory, I'm working T's door this weekend. She and R have the weekend off. Sky Wizard help us.
For the past couple of days, I've been suffering from a major toothache. Because the thought of dentists reduces me to the mental age of 5, I've been toughing it out through generous usage of mouthwash and saltwater rinses until the inevitable happens, or I just lose patience, make a floss lasso, and yank the stupid thing out. Why do I mention this, fellow SC-hunters? Most of my shift was spent bombed on Aleve, which meant no drinking whatsoever, minimal smoking, and the ultimate test of patience for me. Which, oddly enough, I passed with flying colors.
Alright, enough backstory. On with the tale.
Me: Ow ow ow ow oh, okay, the Aleve finally kicked in. Good.
EW: Yep. Only one, but at least it was an easy win over her.
EW and her daughter walk up to my door as the second-to-last band are setting up. Thankfully, they were the first two to walk up and break the 30-minute pause in the customer flow.
EW: How much is it to go upstairs?
Me: $5 each.
EW: For two bands?!
Had you come earlier, like, say, three hours prior, the cover would've equated to about 83 cents a band. Not my fault you showed up late.
Me: Yep. The cover stays the same no matter how many bands are left, with the exception of the last band.
EW: There's no way I can just pay $5 for the both of us?
Me: Nope. $5 each no matter what.
EW: That's not right. We should get a discount because we missed most of the show.
I dare anyone to try this at a theater. "But Machete's almost over! Can't you just give us a discount for however much time is left in the movie?"
Me: Sorry. I don't make the rules for this door, I just suffer-- er, enforce them.
EW: That's still not right.
EW's daughter just walks back into the downstairs bar. Eventually, EW follows her. Thankfully, that's the end of that.
On a side note, the start of tomorrow night's show should go a lot easier than we expect, due to Slayer being in town. Cross your fingers.
For the past couple of days, I've been suffering from a major toothache. Because the thought of dentists reduces me to the mental age of 5, I've been toughing it out through generous usage of mouthwash and saltwater rinses until the inevitable happens, or I just lose patience, make a floss lasso, and yank the stupid thing out. Why do I mention this, fellow SC-hunters? Most of my shift was spent bombed on Aleve, which meant no drinking whatsoever, minimal smoking, and the ultimate test of patience for me. Which, oddly enough, I passed with flying colors.
Alright, enough backstory. On with the tale.
Me: Ow ow ow ow oh, okay, the Aleve finally kicked in. Good.
EW: Yep. Only one, but at least it was an easy win over her.
EW and her daughter walk up to my door as the second-to-last band are setting up. Thankfully, they were the first two to walk up and break the 30-minute pause in the customer flow.
EW: How much is it to go upstairs?
Me: $5 each.
EW: For two bands?!
Had you come earlier, like, say, three hours prior, the cover would've equated to about 83 cents a band. Not my fault you showed up late.
Me: Yep. The cover stays the same no matter how many bands are left, with the exception of the last band.
EW: There's no way I can just pay $5 for the both of us?
Me: Nope. $5 each no matter what.
EW: That's not right. We should get a discount because we missed most of the show.
I dare anyone to try this at a theater. "But Machete's almost over! Can't you just give us a discount for however much time is left in the movie?"
Me: Sorry. I don't make the rules for this door, I just suffer-- er, enforce them.
EW: That's still not right.
EW's daughter just walks back into the downstairs bar. Eventually, EW follows her. Thankfully, that's the end of that.
On a side note, the start of tomorrow night's show should go a lot easier than we expect, due to Slayer being in town. Cross your fingers.
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