I will never think the same of Prostitutes again...
Ok so the backstory to this tale begins with a prostitute who comes into the restauraunt every night, mostly to use the bathroom but she usually gets a hot chocolate and some sort of sammich throughout the course of the night. Well she was sitting down and waiting for her food, and we were completely dead so we started talking....
Now earlier in the night, a transvestite and some guy came in and got only coffee and never ordered any food. Well apparently this tranny had started shit and was throwing things at Tim (one of the managers) and Mo (The chef). This I did not know at the time and neither did Kush (one of the managers).
So she decides she's going to start shit again. Well I'll be damned if this prostitute doesnt start yelling at her, sticking up for us waiters and drags the bitch out into the street and wails on her ass. It was quite possibly one of the greatest things I have seen since I have been in this city.
To sleep, perchance to dream...
Now earlier in the night, a transvestite and some guy came in and got only coffee and never ordered any food. Well apparently this tranny had started shit and was throwing things at Tim (one of the managers) and Mo (The chef). This I did not know at the time and neither did Kush (one of the managers).
So she decides she's going to start shit again. Well I'll be damned if this prostitute doesnt start yelling at her, sticking up for us waiters and drags the bitch out into the street and wails on her ass. It was quite possibly one of the greatest things I have seen since I have been in this city.
To sleep, perchance to dream...