Looking For A Toast To The East Coast
Gas Station | Right
| May 20, 2013
(I work the night shift. We regularly get the bar crowd in trying to buy beer after the bars close. Due to a city ordinance, we can’t sell it after midnight.)
Drunk Customer: “Where is all your beer?”
Me: “I’m sorry, sir; we can’t sell beer after midnight.”
Drunk Customer: “Well, where can I get beer?”
Me: *jokingly* “I think the bars are still open in New York City!”
Drunk Customer: “Cool, how do I get there?”
Me: “It’s over one thousand miles away.”
Drunk Customer: “No, which direction is it from here?”
Coworker: “That way.” *points east*
Drunk Customer: “Cool, well thanks.”
(He stumbles out towards his car. I turn to my coworker.)
Me: “You’d better call the police.”
Coworker: “Already on it.”