It might be because my famfam came to visit today and I had the most epic cal zone.
Possibly because I feel free tomorrow, and don't have a (scheduled) shift.
Even more likely, I got 2 yards entered on Life's Highway Game and got a whopping 2 points--SQUEE!! (my first points ever...mostly for lack of trying)
Or maybe it's because I have a new regular that I look forward to sharing with you all frequently: Leopard Lady.
Leopard Lady was just going to be a nice add-on to the previous post; a way of introducing her because I just *know* there will be future snippits. But then the rest of the evening happened.
So now, in order to do my true duty to all you faithful readers, I shall start from the beginning :)
A couple of weeks ago, a woman in leopard-print checked in; now to be further known as Millie. She was blond, classy looking, around 50/55, and loaded with that sort of chunky jewelry you can tell is expensive. Problem was, she already seemed kinda out of it. As in tipsy.
Which was strange...considering she hadn't been to our free bar yet. But OK. What evs. Let's call the 30-year-old bartender "Dave". Dave wants to be a pilot, and it getting his hours in. Poor Dave was actually excited to have a hopefully well tipping evening (bartenders work for min. wage + tips). Once Millie showed up though, it didn't matter.
She was smitten with Dave.
And I mean smitten.
As far as I, Redgirl, could tell; they were having a perfectly happy conversation for those two hours. But as Dave began leaving the bar, Millie followed him.
Dave: I'm clocking out...
Millie: OK.. (follows)
Dave: (uuuh....not quite what I meant....)
So, from a co-worker who witnessed it (Greengirl, actually) and Dave himself, I know know what happened. Millie followed him out while he clocked out. She followed him back *into* the bar when he returned the key. Then followed him back out to the parking lot. Then put her hand on his arm to *steady herself*. Then attempted to follow him down to his car.
I'm not sure how he lost her.
If you happen to be reading this, "Dave", I'd like to know ;P
Dave later told me that she had had but two white wines....not nearly enough to do any damage. Her condition appears to be Millie-as-lightweight + Millie-already-drunk = Millie-more-drunk.
Fast-forward to this weekend:
She has been in the hotel Saturday night, but it was too crowded (see previous post) for any real goodies. I see her approach the door with her arms full of bags.
Her: Oh! I forgot my car keys
Me: Not a problem. You can leave your stuff her and grab them. I'll keep an eye on it.
Her: Thanks! (then sees Dave walking up to clock in...makes detour towards front door again) Hey..!
Dave: Hi.... (he grabs key to clock in)
Millie: I've got to put some stuff in the car...follows him, though hands are empty. (I'm imagining a scene where she sees her car and makes a bit deal about how she "didn't know" she'd "forgotten her car keys".)
Bar starts up. Dave acts normal. Millie flirts with him. Chick Millie has met the day before with a Milwaukee accent (Iris) is now fast friends with her. New woman (Lindsay) is there with her two adult children...but only *she* is taking a place in the convo.
The following seeped through from Iris: "I just can't live with college boys...I can't be the cougar on campus."
Heh heh heh.
Millie has to leave for some party or other. Finally, Dave ends up leaving (his shift is over).
While he is gone, both Iris and Lindsay have an intense discussion. They both agree that while Dave is young enough to be their son, that he is is cute, attractive, desirable, worth taking up on if "certain offers were presented" and just downright sexy.
'Twas all I, Redgirl, could do not to laugh.
Millie literally jogs in her heels back in the bar.
Millie: Did he go clock out?
Iris: (Lindsay is over with her kids) Yup, he ran out at 7:15...
Millie: Darn (she has missed him...and is sad) He ran...?
Iris: Yes, he ran for his girl. The one he talked about liking.
Millie: Did he propose??!!! (alarm, shock)
Iris: Last night, he told me he was halfway there...--he's smitten
Millie: Oh, I see. While, you should be at least glad you notice these things
They both end up taking it out to a bar in the nearby area. I have alerted "Dave" to the dangers in his situation. Have urged him to take out Cougar insurance.
He would if he could find a place they were selling the kind he needed.
KK...so it seems like no one is able to identify the show playing...Look closely! It's Dr. Who in his second face! Click on the picture! Examine his clothing! Make a hypothesis!
And no, there are quite a few more rabbits/hares/bunny-wunnies/jackrabbits than 3.