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Today some idiot thought leaving a tip meant shoving a dollar down the front of my pants. Ha. Ha. Very. Funny. At least he didn't try to shove his whole hand in, too. I "accidentally" complained a little too loudly to the bouncer. He likes me, calls me Runt and annoys the hell out of me sometimes, but at least he's good for something. Now if I can find a valid reason for him to get rid of the guy who shows up just to drink water and stare at me all night. It's unnerving, but I suppose as long as he isn't jerking off under the table I can ignore him.