Recovery and Temptation

Great scenario. At work tonight, there was a group in a room that was full of recovering alcoholics taking about alcohol and saying how they can all do it and beat the booze. It's all good, right? Wrong.

So outside the room Mike Melstrom is setting up his nightly bar. First of all, Mike is a one-of-a-kind guy. He is a total sleezeball. He lives by himself, is probably 45 years old, and has probably thee worst (best!) array of nasty and crude jokes out of anyone I know. I see this man everytime I work, and everytime I see him, I hear a new joke, or catch-phrase, or line. It is really non-stop with him. I'm not sure if you could have a normal conversation with him. Although when it comes to bartending, he has always been the #1 guy and he always sells the most, so we can't knock him there.

So Mike is setting up his bar for the ND Attorneys party that is in the next room, and we are wating outside both rooms on the couch waiting to get in the alcoholic room. They come out eventually, and to their left is: A BAR that was STACKED FULL of ALCOHOL! You should have seen their faces. They had nervous glances and twitchy hands. I was laughing audibly and so was everyone else working with me. I think Mike was supposed to set up on the other side of his room, but I could see the evil glint of laughter in his eye. I simply gave him a nod, and we were on the same page. This alone made up for the fact that we worked a 9 hour shift.

Nature (Mike) is Cruel (Funny)!