It’s not my job….I thought, but I said sure. I agreed to go out to a bar with my boss, I’ll call her Vivian. “It’s my birthday” she whined. Her boy friend was out of town, lucky dude, so I felt a twinge of guilt that she would spend this special day alone.”We will make a stunning pair” she oozed. “With your dark hair and brown eyes and my bright blue eyes and platinum hair…..the men will flock to our table” I picked her up, I was the designated driver. This was a mistake as I soon found out that her idea of going out for a beer ended sometime the next morning. It was a Monday night, the only night that I didn’t have to work. She works week days and I worked mostly nights and week ends. We sat at a table in the local tavern called the Smuggler’s Inn and immediately caught the attention of the sleaziest guys in the bar, the only guys in the bar. “See, what did I tell you? We make a stunning pair” she repeated for the tenth time. Our two suitors slithered up to our table, a blonde and a brunette, what a coincidence, I thought. They were equally matched as far as being beer blind and desperate. My boss seemed to forget that she had a boyfriend, a fiance, in fact, when she looked into the eyes of this new Romeo. She chose the dark greasy haired guy and winked at me. Go for it, I thought. I sat and listened to the slurred speech of my blonde bubbly second choice. Every time a waitress came by and asked if we needed our drinks refreshened, he would shout “Scotch,scotch,scotch I love scotch” His friend Romeo would bellow”Una mas cervesa, por favor Senorita” My boss, I’m changing her name to Juliet, would roar with laughter, even louder after the tenth beer and scotch, scotch,scotch. Finally, it was time to leave, the exhausted waitresses were putting chairs on tables and turning out lights. “Just one more gin and RC cola, por favor, Senorita” Juliet pleaded. She still had a watered down drink in front of her. She took a sip right before the waitress poured her ash tray into it. Time to go, I went to the ladies room and when I came back, Juliet was giving out my phone number to these losers! “I can’t have them calling my apartment” she hissed. What a sleaze, I thought. I drove her home and was looking forward to sleeping until I had to go to work eight hours later. It was a tiresome night and I was feeling paranoid. Was I seeing headlights behind me as I turned down Oakdale street? I pulled into my neighbor’s driveway and waited until the car drove slowly past……No fear, I thought, my two brother’s would have their air soft guns ready if I had a problem. I plopped on the bed and was almost asleep, when I remembered….my bruds were out of town with Mom ’til next week-end.
Shit!!!!!!
My ole boss....what a hotty
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