ah, memories...
bg: Back in the early 90's I worked at a winchells donuts about a half a mile from Circus Circus on the strip heading towards Charleston ave. For those not familiar with that area, it was NOT a place to be out after dark unless you were right ON the strip, and even then it was iffy (most of the local gangs new to stay from tourists, or LV metro would go all medieval on them in a HARSH way)
This in mind, most of the partons I got were either locals, people driving between Fremont Street and the main Strip, or patrons of the Olympic Gardens, the strip club next door.
Today will be my collections of my favorite questions and responses from lost tourists
"Are you SURE there's no casino here?"
"What do you mean I can't pay for my donuts with a casino chip?!"
"Do you know any..umm...good escort services?"
"Think they'll they'll take chips next door?"
"The casinos are the OTHER way? What do I do NOW?"
"Blarghhhhhhhh" Note: some of them were REALLY drunk. and luckily we had good heavy duty cleaners for around the grease fryer
"Hey man, can I sleep in here while you close up?" got this a lot from local homeless, too. Luckily I was allowed to tell them (the homeless) to fuck off out of my store if there were no actual patrons about. One complained to my manager and her replied "Well? You're still here, and he told you to fuck off" I LOVED this manager. Others told me I'd be fired if I used foul language to the drunken fucks, and I was the sad.
Extra note: I NEVER told a tourist to fuck off, even if I wanted to. Which makes me sad...I hated tourists.
And my favorite time of the day? When I worked nights and some of the girls came over from next door to get their sugar fix. Much leggy bounciness there
bg: Back in the early 90's I worked at a winchells donuts about a half a mile from Circus Circus on the strip heading towards Charleston ave. For those not familiar with that area, it was NOT a place to be out after dark unless you were right ON the strip, and even then it was iffy (most of the local gangs new to stay from tourists, or LV metro would go all medieval on them in a HARSH way)
This in mind, most of the partons I got were either locals, people driving between Fremont Street and the main Strip, or patrons of the Olympic Gardens, the strip club next door.
Today will be my collections of my favorite questions and responses from lost tourists
"Are you SURE there's no casino here?"
"What do you mean I can't pay for my donuts with a casino chip?!"
"Do you know any..umm...good escort services?"
"Think they'll they'll take chips next door?"
"The casinos are the OTHER way? What do I do NOW?"
"Blarghhhhhhhh" Note: some of them were REALLY drunk. and luckily we had good heavy duty cleaners for around the grease fryer
"Hey man, can I sleep in here while you close up?" got this a lot from local homeless, too. Luckily I was allowed to tell them (the homeless) to fuck off out of my store if there were no actual patrons about. One complained to my manager and her replied "Well? You're still here, and he told you to fuck off" I LOVED this manager. Others told me I'd be fired if I used foul language to the drunken fucks, and I was the sad.
Extra note: I NEVER told a tourist to fuck off, even if I wanted to. Which makes me sad...I hated tourists.
And my favorite time of the day? When I worked nights and some of the girls came over from next door to get their sugar fix. Much leggy bounciness there

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