He's back in with his girlfriend. He had moved out, was living in the truck and there was the threat, for a few days, that he was going to come and stay on my sofa. But he's patched things up, she owes him money and so he swallowed his pride and moved back in. Just until he gets paid....
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Saturday night and it's slow, in the book it's busy as all out but with the storm warnings and foot of snow people have been calling to cancel. And so he's sitting down by the hostess station and having me help him improve his English...
"How do you say 'I'm want to fucking rape your ass'? Is that right...No...'I'm going to fucking rape your ass'? Is that right?"
I assure him that in this instance his English is flawless. The waitresses just shake their heads. He likes the attention.
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He's perpetually horny and groping the front of his trousers, pinching his manhood. Whenever there's a chance he's groping the waitresses, pushing himself up against them on the bar and playing with their hair, exploring and testing their limits...for a laugh, and to push things that little bit farther, he picks up a small knife off the bar and holds it against one of the waitresses throats while he rubs himself against her behind, practicing his perfected English: "I'm gonna fucking rape your ass, bitch...fucking..." and here his words drop off to grunts and moans. The waitress just bears it and shakes her head. When he's done I ask her how she explains a typical day at work to her boyfriend...oddly enough, it turns out she doesn't. And I think of all those law firms sued for millions by their pretty little interns who felt that a pinch or an inappropriate comment constituted harassment...
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It's slower than expected, still OK, just not as busy as it looked initially. He's decided that he has a trace of the flu and so spends the evening sitting on the overstuffed chairs by the washroom, trying to persuade the 16 year old hostess to go out with him as soon as he's finished breaking off with his girlfriend. And when it's obvious that he's doing nothing he goes outside to have a cigarette, then comes back in and sits again in front of the washrooms. "I'm sick...." he explains. It's not particularly a busy night, but it's getting busier with his insistence upon doing nothing, you tease him lightly, hoping to get him off his ass to help out, but he's insensible, "I'm sick...." he says in that thick accent, then pinches his crotch yet again and calls the hostess over.....