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One night at the last bar I worked in down in Tejas my cocktail comes to me and informs me the semi-drunk and emotional chick at the bar had just had a miscarriage earlier that day. Not long after that the chick disappears in the bathroom for a bit. Comes back out and her and her friend pay and leave. It is brought to my attention not long after that there is blood all over the toilet, including on the outside of it and on the floor. My cocktail very promptly says there is no way she is cleaning that, there is no way she COULD clean it with out making an even bigger mess. So yea me, as is usaully the case, I get to go clean it. It wasn't quite as much blood as I had been led to believe but, still one of the nastiest cleaning jobs I've ever had.
If remembered correctly I sat at the bar after we closed drinking whiskey while watching the waitress clean my bar as some sort of retribution.
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"Serious sport has nothing to do with fair play. It is bound up with hatred, jealousy, boastfulness, and disregard of all the rules."
-- George Orwell, Shooting an Elephant
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