Red hair, black dress, no class.
A lady found her way on to the bar tonight at work and with dance moves I imagine she learned at strip aerobics she gave everyone a good show to go along with their ten dollar drinks. As she steps down gracefully from the bar with a round of applause security walks by on their nightly rounds of the hotel and with upon seeing them she asks if they are the boss around here, to which I reply “No, I am the manager are you enjoying yourself tonight”. With disbelief in her eye that I ran the watering hole she decided to spin around, lift up her dress, and flash my bar what appeared to be the ass of a nineteen year old.
I chuckle in amusement and go back to my paperwork ignoring the sites I have just seen. As she approaches me again she says with a smile “Aren’t you a little young to be in charge of a place like this”? Now I may look young to most, but with the wit and tongue of a more experience older gentleman I reply “Aren’t you a little young to be in a place like this?” When her answer is an age of thirty eight I let out a gasp of air and quickly try to regain my place in the conversation. She smiles, turns to introduce me to her husband who then thanks me for hosting his party and the rest of the night went on like nothing ever happened.
8 months ago • Notes