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22. My Daily Rage Sara was just revving her engines when Bill interrupts her: “Sara are you speeding?” “No Bill but I am ventilating on this early Monday morning. The club is closed tonight and I really don’t want to socialize with any of my guests”. Sara picks up the flower vase from the middle of the coffee table and turns it upside down and confetti like paper falls all over the floor and onto Bill too. Bill: “I thought that was a bong.” Sara: “Bill you think everything is some form of drug paraphernalia. Your thinker is broken.” Bill picks up some of the cards and reads the various inscriptions some with razed print then turning them over to read the scribbled cell phone numbers and love messages like ‘call me I’ll make it worth your while’ and the always simple but desperate cry of: ‘I love you’ often smeared by water or booze. Bill squints in the dim light and says: “some of dudes are high rollers and big shots here in Dade County.
“Why don’t you take them one of them up on their offer?” Sara: “Then I would be a kept woman and I’ve seen it happen to other waitresses when the bank rolls in and sits at the back bar nursing a drink all night and she feels obligated to spend time with him and avoid the appearance of being overly flirtatious with her other customers. Her tip money dries up and sometimes she even loses her job for babysitting some cheap bastard who ultimately dumps her when his wife finds out and threatens to cut his balls off or worse divorce him.
There she is begging for her job back and starting all over on the pool deck serving broke college boys telling her what a great fuck they are but bitching and then crying like little bitchy girls when the bill comes and they have smoked their daddy or mommy’s credit card. We always charge each order individually so sometimes their parents find out in the middle of the party when mommy is attempting to buy groceries or pay the dentist while still sedated in the chair and her card is declined while her mouth is stuffed full of gauze and then his little bat phone start ringing and little Johnny is embarrassed that his high rolling afternoon turned evening is a bust and all in front of his flaky friends who slowly drift away. It’s hilarious!
That’s why we started the close the deck dance for tips where all hands on deck meaning available waitresses parade around the pool deck dancing to the searing guitar and harmonica of Cracker pounding from the sound system while singing Hey Bret do you know what time it is?…It’s tip the waitress you’ve been abusing all day time. That’s what time it is! Sometimes the whole bar empties out onto the deck three or four people deep to watch us gyrate up close and personal while their little fish gear is shifting and then the money flows into our anal floss string bikini side winders. Sometimes four or five of us surround little Johnny who can’t take the heat of us dancing in unison around his little lounger and he reaches for the emergency card and we swipe it on the phone right then and there for fifty if he’s lucky. A grateful sunburned waitress with a giant tip jar is waiting as we slowly circle the pool and return to work inside the club. The rest of the night is usually electric sometimes with Johnny burning through the second card too and then later off little Johnny goes off to the Army or Rehab depending on the financial and emotional disposition of his parents.
Bill that kid that I was talking about did join the Army.” “Bill: and how do you know that some kid who peed in his pants on the pool deck joined the Army, Sarah?” Sara: “Because Bill he came in and told me one night at closing time. There’s something about some of these guys who come in and thank me for all the great memories, whatever that means or just to say goodbye when they’re moving on with their life. Bill I swear it happens all the time. I wonder if I represent to them some sort of vortex where when these guys finally experience a moment of clarity that they must move on and leave this lifestyle behind, which doesn’t make me feel that great about my life as I wave good bye to people getting on with their lives while inhaling the smell of stale beer and constantly wiping down sticky counters just to place my tray on the bar and freezing in this ice box so smokers can smoke while wearing next to nothing and then walking outside and appreciating that I sacrificed another perfect south beach evening and night to pay my rent and gratefully eat undelivered pizzas, pasta, sandwiches, the breads, chicken and wings, left here for me by an adoring Dominos driver whose manager drinks here and calls me two or three times a week near closing time and whatever I suggest he says it’s a miracle one just came back from a bad address. I’ll send it right over. I know he pays for it out of his own pocket too!
Anyway this kid Johnny came in the other night at closing time and told me he was joining the army and apologized for this lewd behavior on the deck and how he had no right to jack his parents card the way he had and had felt bad about it ever since. I told him to look at the bright side that since he was leaving college for the army he wouldn’t accrue all that student loan debt and now be he would be able to move out of his parent’s home and buy his own home before his fiftieth {50th} birthday. He laughed and then said that he hoped he didn’t get shot and I said but if you do make sure it’s not a vital organ especially that one and pointed to his boom stick and then said: and if that happens you can come home and apply for permanent social security disability and be set for life. Thank you President Obama! I mean Bill I think I talked him out of incurring needless college debt especially when I see these girls with a University of Miami degree in hand applying here for a cocktail job. Sara cups her hands around her mouth and lowers her voice an octave and emitting some crackling outer space radio noises then blurts out: Paging Donna Shalala: Animal House called and they want their football team back; countrywide called and they want their below rate loans back [202] and the young University of Miami alumni called and they want their money and lost youth back.
Bill I’m having the time of my life for the first time in my life. Sex sells as long as you don’t use it. If I wanted to color outside the lines I would probably work for Moose Diesel in Vegas.” Bill: “Who the hell is Moose Diesel?” Sara: “Bill, he’s the top nightclub operator in all of Las Vegas and his real name is Mustafa Abdi and according to the local Las Vegas CBS affiliate KLAS-TV and I am quoting: ‘he is an unabashed party professional now at the center of two lawsuits alleging a jaw dropping array of sexual harassment, drug use and debauchery that the plaintiff says was not only tolerated but systematic.’ [200].
I mean really Bill who need’s it. The attorney for the cocktail waitress Don Campbell alleges that and again I quote: ‘both men engaged in sexual relations with female employees and that women who did not agree to have sex with managers and/or high rolling customers were discriminated against and that Diesel not only targeted the plaintiff with unwanted sexual advances but posted hundreds of messages, photos and videos on social media of his interactions with dozens of other female employees, women he addressed as ‘sluts’ and ‘whores.’ [201] I guess from reading this article that the other dude named in the lawsuit is the founder of the Light Group Andrew Sasson.”
Sara returned the article she printed from her tower and put it inside her blonde wig for safe keeping and continues: “I see that both of these men clearly have a healthy respect for women. If this happened to me and if I had a brother who was emotional like me and when he confronted both of these creeps in their night club they would each shit down both legs. That’s what bothers me so much about President Obama is that Republican members of both the House and Senate especially the elected women are saying just kill those ISIS bastards” and he is like: what me? What can I do? You can smoke them all and send them collectively to hell. We do appreciate the open ended air strikes Mr. President. Thank you! But I mean these assholes are mocking our President and us and saying they’re going to raise their shit stained ass wiping black flag over the White House and President Obama is like: no they’re not going to kill me, my wife or my kids; “Really? Why wait to find out. Torch those bastards each and everyone and return Iraq to the simple law abiding citizens some of whose children have been decapitated, hung and crucified by these demons of hell who hide their faces like the cowards they are. I say no quarter!
No, Bill for me I love my independence and I love my job. I don’t want to get mixed up with some misogynistic whore mongers and even though I know you look down on me for my penchant for pills I have come a long way from a really crappy childhood. That’s why I keep my favorites T-Shirt hanging on the outside of my bedroom door. Can you see it from there?”
Bill craned his neck and actually stood up and walked to Sara’s bedroom door retrieving the shirt reading the inscription out loud as he sat down. ‘It’s never too late to have a happy childhood.’ Bill is completely stymied at what to say because he rarely talks about emotions and only when forced to by Alex but finally blurts out. “Wow Sara that’s really profound.” To which Sara replies “Damn straight, now please hang in there Bill this is like a private therapy venting session for me.”
Sara’s mind functions, even drunk and high, like a steel trap and she resumes exactly where she left off in her previous exact trailing off syllable two rages ago:
“Meanwhile Charlize snuggles up on the couch alone again in her favorite twenty year old faux fur robe and ponders that misery does really does love company while laughing at how embarrassing for Julia Roberts and that social anarchist Sheriff Woody [13] while tracking her Dominos order on the corner of the television screen wondering why on the five step tracker online system of order placed, prep, bake, quality check and out for delivery [12] her personalized symbol has remained stuck on number four, quality check, for what seems like an inordinate amount of time every day for the last month!
Duh no but maybe it’s because management is tired of replacing half eaten pizzas for FREE at this customer address, and unless Charlize Theron changes her ways from the wicked to Godly she can expect to end up as a grenade [15] like Linda Hulk or worse. Say Hello Cher as when the other neighborhood kids are returning home from school with math and science awards and trophies her kid arrives with a URL address written on the inside of her palm leading her to a plastic surgery site with the latest technology The Canfield Vectra M3 Imaging System [14] where one can upload a photo {eventually} and create the new you utilizing photo manipulation by chopping off your breasts, reworking your face to look more masculine and even adding a phallus when you’re really ready for reassignment then viewing your after surgery look prior to surgery.
Self mutilation prep we might call it. Someone forgot to tell Cher and Chastity now Chaz Bono that happiness is an inside job! So now we have one of the sickest families in all of America strutting their stuff on the dance floor compliments of an equally dysfunctional network whose time has long come and gone for Disney to finally cut ABC lose and allow them to sink under the weight of their own guilt. When the sportscasters of the LSU Oregon game commented regarding a previous season of dancing with the stars and their: “what’s the big deal” attitude you know that from high to low this network has bounced from the abyss straight into the inferno and it isn’t returning anytime soon.
Say goodbye America to the American Broadcasting Company. They sold out the family a long time ago, promoted the Obama Healthcare plan in a one sided forum and are now bottom feeding for add revenue with sugar rush programming that has irreparably damaged their reputation. Since you like to swing why not test market the ABC gay porn channel 24/7 on the back channels and be done with it?
But really I do love Tom Hanks; after all he saved Private Ryan, the Vatican, his crew as Captain Philips and most recently he is working hard to save Mr. Banks. Bill: “Tom Hanks has a crew?” Sarah: “Yea, a crew of one named aptly Aly Semigran; you might say she’s infatuated or worse though we do love her association with Maxim and are willing to overlook her slobbering all over ‘The Castaway.’ That’s quite a savior complex you’re projecting Tom Hanks, do you trade in holy cards? Inquiring Opus Dei [19] minds want to know!
Bill: “Now you sound like Alex; what are you talking about, I haven’t smoked in hours and I’m like in a haze, could you please get to the point?” “Bill, the Lord allowed Satan to test Job and even after his family died, his livestock and wealth were eviscerated and he was stricken with bad health he refused to renounce Almighty God who then restored him with a new family, greater wealth and his health.
According to God’s word, The Lord is examining us and allowing us to be tested or tried. He will for the most part, use these tests and trials to reward believers for obeying God’s word {James 1:12} and to prove their faith was genuine {1 Peter 1:7}. He will also use trials to punish the unsaved and those that refuse to obey him {Romans 2:6:10} {Ephesians 5:6} [8] 17. Cracker-Sunrise in the Land of Milk and Honey 2009.09 |
