Mikey P
Administrator
Other than a sister in law who sort of drinks a few too many beers at family get togethers I'v never had to deal with alcoholism with family or friends.
Much like death and illness, I've been blessed.
Had a customer yesterday show me another side to the unseen story.
It was my second time there. Nice guy but kind of off, laughed at the wrong times, the skanky house cleaner who gave me the stink eye every time I walked by leading me to believe she was there for more than just dust bunnies and soap scum, strange stories of yesteryear and just that look of a bit too many adventure in the sun and tough times.
anyhow..
This guy would just not sit in one spot for more then 3 minutes, despite the repeated warnings that the 40 volume we dumped all over his carpet to deal with the terrier piss would sting the hell out of his bare feet. He could not keep himself from walking to a cabinet in the living room and messing with something in there. His back was turned the first five times but a quick turn on my part let me see him take a hefty shot of Johnny Walker Black and slam the door shut so fast.
I could only assume this was a day long ritual.
as was the "House Cleaner" polishing off a bottle of white wine in a tumbler with ice in it.
at 11:30 AM.
If the EMTs had to show up to pump that guys stomach later in the day they'll be real perplexed by the snow white soles of his feet.
kinda put a damper on my evening cocktail.
Much like death and illness, I've been blessed.
Had a customer yesterday show me another side to the unseen story.
It was my second time there. Nice guy but kind of off, laughed at the wrong times, the skanky house cleaner who gave me the stink eye every time I walked by leading me to believe she was there for more than just dust bunnies and soap scum, strange stories of yesteryear and just that look of a bit too many adventure in the sun and tough times.
anyhow..
This guy would just not sit in one spot for more then 3 minutes, despite the repeated warnings that the 40 volume we dumped all over his carpet to deal with the terrier piss would sting the hell out of his bare feet. He could not keep himself from walking to a cabinet in the living room and messing with something in there. His back was turned the first five times but a quick turn on my part let me see him take a hefty shot of Johnny Walker Black and slam the door shut so fast.
I could only assume this was a day long ritual.
as was the "House Cleaner" polishing off a bottle of white wine in a tumbler with ice in it.
at 11:30 AM.
If the EMTs had to show up to pump that guys stomach later in the day they'll be real perplexed by the snow white soles of his feet.
kinda put a damper on my evening cocktail.
