This Thursday the 23rd Bob Dylan starts his fall tour. This story dates back to another Thurs in Oct. this time the 24th 2002. (Simple twist of dates?) I had recently moved to Flagstaff after having transferred there with Dillards. However after leaving SantaFe I no longer had my own little world in the suit dept. I was now thrown out in the general roop scoop population. I was always bored there and usually made my way down to Ruby Tuesdays for a quick couple of beers every now and then. This nite was different tho. I had a restless hungry feeling. Bob was playing down in Phoenix with Phil and Friends, Robben Ford being the guitarist on that nites menu. I was a little bummed, so instead of hitting on ruby I walked over to Safeway only semiconscious of what I was about to get myself into. First stop, bottled water, second the liquor aisle, vodka. Once outside, out went the water, in went the vodka.
I clocked back in from lunch and headed back to the sales floor. Nice guy that I am I offered Jenny some water. Politely she accepted and I then retreated to my corner. As the store manager made his rounds he came by to see how things were going. As I stood talking to him I picked up my water, winked at Jenny, and proceeded to take a drink or two. Well it wasn't long, maybe two hours that a fifth of vodka was poured down my gullet. I was off my rocker and acting crazy. We had just gotten some desk top pinball machines in, 18"x24" plastic numbers, and Jenny had been playing all nite. Hitting an all time high score she brought the machine over to me "Beat this". I knew I could, so I took the machine and started beating it mercilessly on the counter, shrapnel flying every where. The looks on every bodies faces made me think that they didn't see this coming. "Beat this"? That's a gift horse. After a brief nap on a counter I was escorted out by Tiani. Despite her best efforts there was no hiding my condition. Oddly enough, the last time I saw her I learned that she was working for a federal prosecutors office. Talk about a little stick of dynamite!
As you may have guess, I lost my job. Not a big lose however. If it weren't for that I never would have come across this joke. "A mexican, an indian, and a white guy walk into a bar..." At the time I never realized it, but my friends Mirales and Naha walking into a bar with me was a good lead in for a joke. Also, as you may have guessed by the title, that was the nite I quit drinking hard liquor. In retrospect I have both quit and been fired a lot. Makes me wonder what this Thursday will bring. Dylan starts his tour up in BC. It is highly unlikely that I will quit drinking beer. As for my job? You try playing black jack without face cards. Sure you can still hit 21, but the odds are slimmer, and its a matter of all the cars falling into place. I'm not a gambling man.
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