The Start
Well, I guess this sort of counts. I was bartending when this older lady comes in with her even older husband. It’s a bar/disco sort of place, and they get there around midnight when things are starting to get pumping. I think she must have had a few already from where they came from because she is already on it, you can see… she sits smack dab on a chair in the middle of the bar while her husband goes off to play billiards. Then out of the blue she starts accusing me of stealing her phone! “You took my phone, didn’t you?!” “Where’s my phone??”