It’s not something I’m proud of but there’s been a time or two when my drinking transgressions were so egregious bar employees have felt justified in giving me the ol’ heave ho. I’ll never forget the elderly bar prostitute’s mocking cackle.
I went back a few years ago. They all remembered me. Said if I didn’t behave, they’d slip something in my drink that would cause me to be violently ill as soon as I left the bar. They said times had changed and that this was the new heave ho.
Just then “Achey Breaky Heart” came on the juke box and the old bar whore jumped up on the table and started dancing. They yelled at her to get her ass off the effing table but she wouldn’t listen.
Well, you can surmise what happened next. I saw them put something in her drink and just wait for the song to end.
Me I got the hell out of there.
I didn’t want to stick around to see the ol’ ‘ho heave,
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