Sometimes all I want is a night at work without any drama. That's a lot to ask where I work. If it isn't the threat of a couple players going fist-a-cuffs it's an overserved patron. You know, an over Patroned patron. Ha Ha.
Monday night was one of those nights. Slow, but NO DRAMA. It was almost a pleaure.
One player on Monday night claimed to have done some stand-up. When he folded it was always with a little quip such as...
I'm out like a boner in a pair of sweat pants.
I'm out like your mother in a beauty pageant.
I told him he was out like Ricky Martin.
He said he would add that one to his routine.