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Sounds like a daily event at my job.
I go through about a quart of Gatorade a day at The Bar. Sometimes more, sometimes less. But to keep it cold, I keep my Gatorade in one of the beer coolers behind the bar. And several times throughout my shift, I'll make the joke, "Time for a drink!" and reach into the cooler to pull out....Gatorade.
But even when I don't make that crack, so many times people will say, "Oh, so what's actually IN that Gatorade, hmmm?" Depending upon my mood, I might say this or that, but inevitably, the truth is the answer I utter when I am annoyed with people: "Gatorade."
Shit, I work at a bar. If I want a shot of something, I'll have a shot of something.
(Like a couple weeks ago, shortly after my finger lost a fight with a broken beer bottle that one of my lazy coworkers had left for me to "find." After I got done bleeding through several napkins and a few bandages, the two customers I had at that time suggested I do a shot. Not one to refuse logical and brilliant advice like that, I did a shot--and it actually settled me down from the shaky feeling I had going after I had leaked out so much red liquid!)
That would explain the phrase "fucking virgins" that I've heard so many people utter under their breath. Or to quote the t-shirts I saw for sale (but did not understand) in tourist towns when I was a kid: "To all the virgins: thanks for nothing!"
I go through about a quart of Gatorade a day at The Bar. Sometimes more, sometimes less. But to keep it cold, I keep my Gatorade in one of the beer coolers behind the bar. And several times throughout my shift, I'll make the joke, "Time for a drink!" and reach into the cooler to pull out....Gatorade.
But even when I don't make that crack, so many times people will say, "Oh, so what's actually IN that Gatorade, hmmm?" Depending upon my mood, I might say this or that, but inevitably, the truth is the answer I utter when I am annoyed with people: "Gatorade."
Shit, I work at a bar. If I want a shot of something, I'll have a shot of something.
(Like a couple weeks ago, shortly after my finger lost a fight with a broken beer bottle that one of my lazy coworkers had left for me to "find." After I got done bleeding through several napkins and a few bandages, the two customers I had at that time suggested I do a shot. Not one to refuse logical and brilliant advice like that, I did a shot--and it actually settled me down from the shaky feeling I had going after I had leaked out so much red liquid!)
Quoth Midnight_Angel
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I AM the evil bastard!
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