the hotel of a thousand and one follies, lollies, and lick ‘em lollies. a magic fountain flow of non stop wine, women and hotchie cootchie coo !!!!!!!! All night long. All night long, all night!!

There’s always the little old ladies who come in, ask how much something is, and then act SO SHOCKED when they find out the price. Yes, it’s that price just to make your life harder. We did it on purpose JUST TO PISS YOU OFF.
And then there are the ones always going on about “People can scan your purse and get your credit card number”, “I had to swipe my card again, it better not charge me twice”, and my personal favorite, an old guy who came into my last job at a craft store, put a ball of yarn on the counter, and before I could even say anything, he says “This has no tax.” Okay, rude, but whatever, I put it through, but since it was considered craft yarn and not yarn to make clothing, it DID have tax. Then he went on a tirade about how “You’re working with the governor”…Yes, I’m personally working with the governor to get ALL OF YOUR NICKELS.