How many people have wanted to tell their boss off but held back because they knew that simple pleasure would cost them their job? I know I have, on more than one occasion. Well, fate gave me the opportunity to have that satisfaction last night with one former boss.
I found myself and a few of my friends at the Bamboo Club in Seaside Heights, having a grand old time dancing and downing mind erasers when I say a drunken man stumbling on the dance floor by himself, severly out of place in the crowd of twenty-somethings. I worked for this man for a year and a half, pumping gas, and for all but that first month I worked there, I wished his head would just spontaniously implode.
The confrontation happened quite naturaly and totaly by accident. I was dancing, and he stumbled into me. I tried to ignore him, but he just hovered in the general area, probably too drunk to realize where he was. When I told him by name to get off the floor, he finally realized who he had bumped into.
I can’t remember the exact exchange of words, but I bombarded him with such witty insults as “dickwad”, “geezer”, and “drunken old man”. All he could say was “respect your elders”. Eventually, he stumbled away, and I only saw him twice for the rest of the night. Still two times more than I would have like to, but you take what you can get.
I actualy had total strangers come up to me, saying how funny the whole thing was. Personaly, I couldn’t agree more. ^_^
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