Sunday, April 17, 2011

State of Distress

A Friday night. Another night of bopping & jiving at the Wayside Tavern. A young lady emerges from the crowd & informs staff that she has been molested (or somesuch).

To speed up the process of getting justice, she uses her mobile phone to call the police herself. Once connected she makes her complaint to the police. In response to a question from the officer on the line, she says:
"Oh, I'm still inside the Wayside Tavern, having a few drinks & so on"
..... ......
"I'm at the bar right now, but by the time you get here I'll probably be out on the dance floor, this music is too good to waste!"

One can guess how fast the police arrived. Come to think of it, they probably didn't arrive at all until their routine closing time visit.

So continues life behind the bar.

1 comment:

Kay said...

Oops! That was me. Forgot to check my spelling. Must be Sunday sleepiness.

I was just saying you sure do have some quirky people coming to your tavern. It must keep the police busy just trying to prioritize the calls.