Last night was a slow one at the bar. Two bartenders were on and we decided to go down to one in an effort to increase the other bartenders tip money (by making the split a bit more even). Since I was the opening bartender and had already put more hours in, I got cut around 9 PM.
Getting cut early is sort of a double edged sword. I get out early and I'll still get to reap the benefits of tips the other bartender makes after I'm gone, so that's pretty cool. On the flipside, I get out early in the middle of downtown with nothing but pent-up energy. "Making" money turns into "spending" money.
So of course I get some drinks and begin texting all the names in my harem, I mean my phonebook. If I'm not going to work, I might as well do something productive (which in this instance was sex).
I won't get into too much detail, but I will repeat this conversation that happened in my car last night:
Her: "Yeah, they're real"
Me: "Umm, Cool"
Her: "Yeah I just got em pierced too"
Me: "I see that"
Her: "The agency pays me more now because of my tits."
Me: "The Agency?..... The C.I.A?" (I ask in mock suspense)
Her: "Whats the C.I.A?"
It's difficult to have a meaningful conversation with 19 year olds.