Strange Days..

Some days are more strange than others. Just like people. I must have a weirdo magnet. I can't even walk to get a pack of cigarettes without attracting at least one. They usually need a cigarette, or want to use my phone or God forbid, they want to talk. I have no rap these days. I save it for when I am on the clock. If you want me to be overly friendly and nice, come to Denny's. Once I punch out, it's pretty much all gone. I did wait on an a rather colorful drunk the other night. He was there with a lady friend. He had a 40oz in a paper bag. They ordered two prime rib skillets and two waters. He asked me for my phone number. I told him I didn't own a phone. He asked me if I wanted some of his beer. I declined. Than he proceeded to tell me his life story. He is a vagabond who likes to travel. He has been to most of our states, and can tell you the name of a good bar in every one. He gave me the phone number for a strange man in Montana. This man owns a rundown resort. He will pick you up at the train station. You get $68 a day in cash and free room and board. You work at the resort. Drunk dude pays bill and leaves me his phone number and a decent tip. Don't know why, but I kinda like him. The free spirit part. He told me he had to get to a meeting. I gave him a hug and told him not to bring his beer to his meeting. I hope he made it..Just a glimpse into a day of my life...Peace!!!