The bloke was only trying to do his job; 😈
This might be a good time to jump forward a bit, to give my reader a chance to see where this missive is headed, and he or she, can decided if they want to stay with this rant. I can always go back and fill in the gap.
After about six weeks, the ‘Wet’ was really humming along, my beer sales were up, and I was doing over 10 kils, and 100 cartons, a week, I had the best beer on tap in town. The Club, had the same beer naturally, you didn’t get any choice, and of course when my sales went, up theirs went down.
The Club manager asked me what the hell I was doing, or putting in my beer, that made the men prefer to drink mine, than the Club’s. Of course I scratched my head and said “damned if I know!”
Why should I tell…
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LordBeariOfBow 
Helen Reddy was one of my faves back then. I think I’d have enjoyed some time in your place.
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You probably would have Susan, You’d have been the only female, and the centre of attraction 😈
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Right on! Love the way you handled the copper! 🙂 I wanna’ hear more about him!
I’ve always loved jukeboxes!
The “Wet” sounds like a grrrreat place to spend some time!
HUGS!!! 🙂
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I only had to meetings with the police sergeant Carolyn, I won the first two bouts the third was a Punic victory for him, 😈 🐻 😛
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HA! 😀
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I am thoroughly enjoying these. Thanks so much for re-blogging 🙂
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Thank you Sue I’m glad that I now have two that are 😦
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