A woman came in with a KS driver's license that did not resemble her enough to pass the idiot test. I noticed that she had what appeared to be a passport. I mention this because about five minutes before, a woman came over from the Taproom and asked if her friend, who "lost" her driver's license, could get in with a passport. I informed her that we do not take passports, and that her puppy-eyed appeals and inquires would not change this policy. Thank goodness she was only mildly attractive.
A group of four attractive young ladies entered, the fourth (it's always the last one, isn't it?) having only a state ID. She informed me that "the man" took away her license for two DUI's. I told her I was sorry, but I couldn't let her in.
The driver's license I rejected earlier (see 12:43 a.m. entry) wandered back in with it's rightful owner. I informed her I would not let in her passport-wielding friend. She felt remorseful; I felt nothing.
Was that Hockey Rob that wrote that?! What a poet (but not a gentleman)! I could see those words as lyrics to a song….
Who was trivia Rob?
i don’t know which rob it was. i don’t really remember any of the robs, to be honest.
You know Trivia Rob, he smoked clove cigs, and hung out early on Tuesdays with that big guy named Alex. He worked at the Sandbar very briefly.