I'm at the Eagle Eye werkin the door. I just got blown away by a grandfatherly Philapino gentleman singing "Turn the page" He has a thick accent but still killed it. So good. The room erupted when he was done. This job is making me like songs I'm normally not into. I take pics of mostly myself because these folks never signed up for my Reality show.
The door opened and I could smell ganja burning outside. I thought “Nope.” and quickly ran outside. I waded into a crowd of young men saying in a loud stern voice “Who has weed? Were the weed? It is not allowed on the premises. Ya gotta put that out and take it down the street.” They all stopped talking and looked at me. I looked at them and where I was, fully surrounded by hard looking dudes who were clearly not impressed. There was nowhere for me to go. My mind told me “If these guys were extras in a movie the credits would read “Neighborhood toughs #1-#6.” Noted, “thanks internal monologue, now shut up.” I blurted out “Damn dudes, I hate feeling like a JR. High Assistant principal looking for weed. I wouldn’t normally care but we could lose our booze license-n-shit. I hope you know after my shift I’m gonna be burnin it down.” Thankfully the crew cracked up after a pregnant pause. They were shaking my hand and patting my back. One of them put a blunt out with his fingertips. “It was me Dawg I put it out, sorry about that.” One of the guys said “Dingo is super friendly but you never know what he got goin on. Maybe he could take us all out.” Everyone disagreed (including me) . They stuck around and had a great time and I was glad to make some friends. While going back to my post some nerd convo hit my ear from table 3 that cracked me up and gave needed distraction.
Today I took my secret romantic partner's 10 year old son on one of my Dump Bunny cartage service dump runs. We had a blast together but...
