End of night, I’m behind the bar with my manager, I’ve got three flight attendants, and a pilot, sitting at my bar, having a late dinner, with some cocktails. I’ve been listening into their conversation periodically, interjecting into it from time-to-time. One of the ladies say, I had a fight with my husband the other day…it was really stupid. I say, you know, nobody ever says I had a fight with my husband and it was really smart. They laugh.
As I’m gathering my garbage, one of the flight attendants, mid-bite into her dessert, says, the last time I had Crème Brûlée, I was in Paris, and I didn’t like it. This is really good though. I say, you were in Paris and had Crème Brûlée? She says, yeah. I was studying abroad in Paris for a year in college.
And I’m like, I like to study a BROAD, if you know what I mean?!?!
They all laugh, my manager yells sternly, CLINT! GO TAKE OUT THE GARBAGE!!!