Crazy alcoholic
So this guy was at the bar at strongbows today, he had a mullet. Funny as that is, there is more to this story. He introduced himself to barb, and said hi my name is wallace. OK, sounds pretty honest at this point, right? Nope.... He then comes to the front desk, where steph and I were working. He tells us to call a cab for him because he was well to drunk to drive, if he even had a car at all. So we called the place, and they wanted the guys name. So steph asked and he says, MY NAME IS GREASE. We looked at him like he was crazy, probably because he was. Then he said my name is Bob Grease. Then the cab place wanted to know where he was going, and he said, Chicago, and tell them to take me to the best titty bar. So we just laugh at the guy. He then gets on his cell phone, tells who ever it was he was talking to that he was going to be in detroit tomorrow, 5 minutes after he tells us that he wants to go to chicago. Then he got pissed because it would be 2 hours for a cab to get to the bow, so he started walking out the door. We asked him where he was going and he said looks like I have to walk to the airport now. Then he left, and was nowhere to be seen. I sure hope wallace or bob grease made his way to chicago or detroit or the titty bar or the airport all right.