There's a natural gas pipeline project going on out in the harbor. All these good ole' boys from Texas are in town because if there's one thing them Texans know about its pipelines. I had three separate trips, all of them heading to bars and other drivers took a lot of them too. It seems as though we are always being invaded, descended upon by one group of people or another. One week it could be thousands of Irish for the annual North American Gaelic games competition. Next there could be a huge convention in town like the Democratic National Convention a few years back or some computer geek show. For now we'll see about these Texans and find out about them and their strange ways. Most importantly we'll find out if they tip.
One gent in particular, let's call him Tex, was chatting up a friend on his phone and explaining that he expects to be so drunk that he'll be walkin' like a three legged chicken and he might have two black eyes when he leaves the bar.
I hope they tip.
Today I overslept and was subsequently late to work. Work starts at 2 O'clock in the afternoon.
Ha ha.
I hope they tip.
Today I overslept and was subsequently late to work. Work starts at 2 O'clock in the afternoon.
Ha ha.
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