A Rag

I’m behind the bar, it’s hella busy. I’m pouring pints, my arms hurt from so many. Ok I’m exaggerating. Chill.

Girl’s looking at me, needs something, I go up to her, say, yes?  She says, can I have a rag or a napkin?  I say,

That time of month?

Oh my God LOOK AT YOU. You think I really said that, didn’t you?  How dare you think I would be that inappropriate. You should be ASHAMED.

Ok I thought it.

BUT I DIDNT SAY IT I SWEAR!!!

-Clint Curtis

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