Title: Esso's life as a bartender in the 70s Source:
Tango Foxtrot Papa Productions URL Source:https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=621Nk3Ubz4A Published:Jan 30, 2021 Author:Dan Hartman Post Date:2021-01-30 06:54:52 by Esso Keywords:None Views:247 Comments:3
This isn't exactly how it was...
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Hey, I used to be a good lookin' fellal 50 years ago, or so...
I wasn't exactly the handsome, dancing bartender, the joint I worked in for awhile was a dive, at best. Yeah the chicks all wanted to, well, you know...
There was this little guy, Jerry, that was the janitor, clean-up guy. Nice guy. Little fellah.
He was having some cocktails on my shift, hitting on some huge woman, and she started beating the fuck out of him. She was beating his head on the edge of the bar. I told her to stop. I went across the bar to end the event. The chick was so fat that I couldn't get a grip.
Gawd, I had to grab her from her hair from behind and pull back so Jerry could get away. Jerry fell to the floor and fat chic turned on me and did something to me that really pissed me off (I don't remember exactly what it was), and I grabbed her by the hair and smashed her head into the bar edge.
Police were involved, there was two patrons on the floor bleeding profusely and one little cheesdick, me, towering above the chaos. Fat chick had me bleeding, Jerry had a skull fracture, and fat chick's teeth were scattered everywhere.
Probably not my best day on the job. Damn, that chick was so fat it was trying to get ahold of a bowl of jello without the bowl.
I was working as Security for this guy who owned a bar business not far from where I lived in NW suburban Palatine, Illinois.
One night I saw this guy reach across the bar and grab a beer from the ice. I walked over there and took his beer and the beer from his buddy and set them on the bar.
The guy sitting on the bar stool that took the beer, I grabbed his by his clothes and picked him up and moved him 5 or 6 feet before his feet hit the ground.
Then I hollered over to the door, "Check his (the other guy's) jacket!" He had a beer suck in the sleeve of his jacket.
I wonder how long they were doing that before they got caught?
But the guy running that bar business missed some kind of balloon payment and the business went back to the original owner.
That might have happened since he had been gambling online and maxed out three credit cards doing that. His day job was at a bank, so I suppose he could get the cards. ROTFLOL