It’s a Sunday night, everybody’s gone, this is a peaceful time for me, no music on the stereo even. I just clean and think.
On this night though, it was full of surprises. I go in the men’s room and notice that one of the sinks is clogged. Why would it be clogged, you ask? Well, ’cause somebody puked in it. It’s just caked all over the sides. Smells good, too. I grab a towel, some 409, and a couple garbage bags to put over my hand. I scrub, holding my breath, plunge it, we’re all good. Ok, wasn’t the end of the world. But just as I’m turning to leave, I notice something brown in one of the urinals. On closer inspection, I notice that someone kindly took a shit in there. Oh goodie, goodie, lucky me. I have to admit though, it’s kind of a cute little shit.
So not so bad.
From my heart to yours,
Clint Curtis. Bartender.