Tales from the Door Diva
Working at a club near you. This is the story of a door-girl, with a little Jill-of-all-trade work thrown in.
Friday, September 11, 2015
I see there is no pleasing you...
Me: "Evenin' sugar, cover is $10."
Random Ass Dude: "Wow, 'sugar'? Really? That's a little forward don't you think? You don't even know me!"
Me: All right asshole, cover is $10."
RAD: "Whoa, wait a minute. That's a little extreme. I mean, we can't find a happy medium?"
Me: "No. We can't."
RAD: "... ....... ........" *takes out wallet*
Sunday, September 29, 2013
This Ain't Your House, Son.
Dude: "Is it okay to grill here?" Me: "I'm sorry, what?!" Dude "Like, if we had a grill. Can we bring it here and grill stuff?" Me: "Ummm, no!"
...DAFUQ?
...DAFUQ?
Thursday, September 26, 2013
Monday, August 12, 2013
"Why is there a cover on Sunday?"
And on the seventh day, God said: "Let there be no cover!"
... HAHAHAHAHA, just kidding that never happened.
I despise stupid questions.
After a huge pop at the door some RAB walks up and says: "Is there REALLY a cover?"
I replied: "Umm. Did you miss the line of people who just paid me? Did you think they were giving me Monopoly money!?"
RAB: "You don't have to be like that..."
Me: "I would be a lot nicer if people would stop asking me such stupid questions. Real talk."
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