There are some days when I love my job.
We got this fifty year-old black lady in for her twenty-fifth anniversary, and we were treated to an awesomely lewd and crude rave about menopause, how you become perceived as a bitch after you're fifty, feminism, OB GYNing, sex, Tahiti, dicks, and the art of the one night stand.
Why can't I get more crazy ladies like her? And crazy in the good way?
I was thinking something more along the lines of Mr. Blonde's attempt in 'Reservoir Dogs': tied to a chair, gasoline and Stealer's Wheel.
Never seen Resevoir Dogs, so perhaps I am immune for now?
And again, this depends on you catching me first.