Just kicked someone out of the bar... again.
Not your usual story.
This guy just came in. Nice enough. Nothing to it. Maybe a bit drinky drink, but nothing specific.
But he had hat on.
It's Tuesday.
Many people know that I don't care that much. It's not a rule, it's just a preference:
No baseball caps.
Told him to leave. Said he wanted another beer. Told him to take his hat off as a request vs. a rule. And without doing so, I wasn't going to make him happy: a drink.
Over and over again.
Finally called the cops. Then he was shitty with them too.
I felt bad.
I don't want trouble for anyone.
But don't fuck with me.
This is my house.
Just leave my house, and all is good (except George, sorry).
Don't leave my house? Then I call the cops.
Have fun...
But don't fuck withg MissKitty
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
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