So, this is a tale my father told me about last night. For those of you who may not know, my dad's a musician; been inducted into the Hall of Fame and all that. Anyway, enough of my gloating, let's go on to talk about the pwnage.
Last night was a not-busy-but-not-empty night @ the bar my dad does karaoke at. My dad noticed Sucky Bitch (SB) come in and from long years of working clubs/bars/etc knew she was trouble. She was pushy when she came up to sing, trying to tell my dad what to do.
A thing you should know about my dad; don't tell him how to do his job. Especially if you're a karaoke-diva. He's been in the business longer than most of us have been alive.
At one point, my dad and his friend E start singing To All the Girls I love Before. Here's what insued.
SB: Hey, naw...that song sucks! Stop it, do something else! etc, etc....
D: Hey! I don't go to where you work and take the mop from you, do I?
SB:
Needless to say, that shut her up for the rest of the night.
Last night was a not-busy-but-not-empty night @ the bar my dad does karaoke at. My dad noticed Sucky Bitch (SB) come in and from long years of working clubs/bars/etc knew she was trouble. She was pushy when she came up to sing, trying to tell my dad what to do.
A thing you should know about my dad; don't tell him how to do his job. Especially if you're a karaoke-diva. He's been in the business longer than most of us have been alive.
At one point, my dad and his friend E start singing To All the Girls I love Before. Here's what insued.
SB: Hey, naw...that song sucks! Stop it, do something else! etc, etc....
D: Hey! I don't go to where you work and take the mop from you, do I?
SB:
Needless to say, that shut her up for the rest of the night.
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