4:15am - friendly drunk girl walks back inside after saying goodbye to a friend
"Hey! What size your your pants?"
"Uh, what? 34 I think."
"Damn. Not 28?"
"Nope. Afraid not."
"Oh well. Goodnight!"
Can't help but wonder how that could have gone.
On August 4th, 2007 I got "promoted" to a weekend night auditor/night manager position at a four star Chicago hotel from 10:30pm to 7am on Saturday and Sunday nights. These are my stories.