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Wednesday, July 17, 2002

Sometimes I just can’t seem to figure out what I want to say. I talk all day and all night. I talk out of both sides of my mouth. I’ll say whatever is necessary to sell more food and beverage. I’ve met somewhere around 100 new customers in the last few days. You see, the bar down the street closed down and all their customers are now our customers. The bar business has increased more than 3 times in just a few days. I used to get out of work around 1:00 weekdays. Now I’m still serving drinks at 1:00. In our county, last call is at 1:30am. I can’t sell drinks after 2:00am. If the law would let us stay open, I have customers who would stay.

posted by Dax Montana 12:47:18 PM

I saw my old friend Jamie tonight. She tracked me down at the new job. We used to work together. She and Pete caught me totally by surprise. We caught up a bit, talked old times, and had a great conversation. I really should respond to her E-mails!
Well, here we go again…another bar fight. Three Yankees started crap with a customer and his pal. I was in the freezer when it started, but I understand that one of the three guys propositioned one of the other customers. He didn’t take to kindly to the suggestion. Blah, blah, blah, beer bottles, blah, blah, blah… police…the usual. I guess I’m getting used to these confrontations. I know that one day someone is going to get really hurt. Knowing my luck, it will be me. I run a small neighborhood restaurant and bar. It’s not like Patrick Swayze in Roadhouse for Pete’s sake. All in a day’s work…I guess.


posted by Dax Montana 1:24:24 AM