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10:06PM - Monday December 29, 2003 My desk was just off the hallway where the rooms were, and yes, I could hear everything. No big. The nonchalance I gained from this job has served me well with several roommates. I was the lone enforcer there, and sometimes I wondered if I should have a baseball bat handy in case we got held up or one of the johns decided to get rowdy. As it turned out, I never needed one, though the only actual physical confrontation I've ever been in happened while I was working there. A guy came in, he seemed a bit rude and all, but okay. He picked Tia I think, and they went into the first room, and a few minutes later I hear it start. He wasn't following the rules, the main one being the "No touching without asking" rule. Tia was never one to take that shit, and I could hear it escalating, so I prepared myself. Sure enough, ten minutes in Tia comes storming out yelling that she's done, it's over, that's it. He comes out, upset that he didn't get laid, and starts complainging to me. I had no patience with that shit. "All I wanted was a good time!" he wailed. "Well if you'd followed the rules, you would have had a good time! No refund, and get the hell out!" Hee! And then I pretty much had to push him out the door and lock him out. Thankfully he was easily cowed. The girls all cmae downstairs when they heard the yelling to back me up. Oh wait, I forgot Christy was handy with a broom! Heh. Occasionally the crackwhores on the street would sit on our front steps and try and steal business. One evening, Christy caught a couple and took after them with the broom, chasing them down the street, yelling at the top of her lungs. Heh. And then we laughed our asses off when she came back. Oh, the good times. And have I mentioned how thrilled my Jehovah's Witness mother was at my new job?
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