Happy Hour: Bar Stool Story #1~ My third leg.

I did it. First year of college under my belt. Wow, time flies by when you are messing up everyday. What do I do now? Summer classes? Work? Enjoy my summer? Travel with my father's free flight benefits? No, I can not enjoy anything. I have hit a dead end financially.

It's too bad that I have superior office experience yet my hours do not match an "8am to 5pm, lunch is strictly at noon kind of job." I have an odd schedule, especially with my insomnia, I am available at 2:30 am but I must end around 8:00 am and I am finally available around 5:00pm till 11:00pm same day. What a life. Maybe, I could work at the bar again? No. A hot tear ran down my right cheek. I was so unhappy working at the bar. I then suddenly remembered, 'it's Thursday- Happy Hour! Oh shoot, what should I write today (pause a few seconds) start your Bar Stool Stories series, you're ready.'

Wowza, I needed a dramatic entry. Just some detail about earlier today as I drove to the gas station to fill up my smart car. How has everyone's month been? Has it really been that long? I blame my absence for being on the set for a bunch of student films and studying for finals. Now most of that is over, for now. Phew. I decided to start my Bar story series today! Basically it is what inspired the name of "Happy Hour". I felt confident in starting this series today because I finally have hit that road again, the, 'I need a job, I have no money, I need to sustain myself, but, I do not want to work at the bar again...yet, it is the only thing that works with my schedule.' SO, the series begins about being a 16 year old working at a bar for a little over a year...

I hate the bar I worked at. Talked down to, mistreated, under paid, dealing with bar fights and drunk people- that includes vomit, being sexually harassed by coworkers and customers, being racially discriminated by everyone, and basically just dealing with a lot of Bull Sh!t.

This short story is about an older costumer that came in one sunny Saturday evening. Fifty Shades of Grey had just came out, so a large portion of our customers at the bar were drunk and extremely horny. Not the best combination in my opinion. Anyway, I am a super adorable young woman dressed in intimate mature black clothing. This man and his group of 5 were chatting about the movie and they were all expressing to me of how much sex there was. They told me other things as well as you can imagined. Well they were loud, so I sat them in the back. I am not even kidding when I say, as I walked in front of them to seat them, the same dude literally told me, "Boy, I would like to poke you with my third leg."

I am not even kidding.

I have never in my life walked away more quickly.

Two words:

Hell No.

Two more words:

Fnck That.

That ends this bar stool story. See you all next Thursday for another Happy hour or Bar Stool story!

-C.O