We have a herd of new girls at the bar. New as in REAL new to this business. Well 4 of them decided to start screaming at each other over who owes $5 to who.... yeah, five dollars. I mean screamin so loud the customers out in the club were leaving. So Paige switches on her Outside Voice. Yess'm I did. With a big ol' HEY I got them to STFU. I was like "look... this isn't the fucking ghetto. This isn't yer mama's side yard. And this really ain't Wiggles*. We don't scream and shit like that here. Keep that shit outside the club. You're gonna cost me customers and I will NOT be dealin well with that shit. If I come back here and ya'll are pulling out each others weaves, Imma take a wire hanger to ya and treat ya'll bitches like yer 5 years old since yer gonna act like it."
My girl, Lisa... she's been dancin for EVER. She hugged me, she was in tears from laughin so hard.
But seriously. WTF? Am I suddenly Mama? Sheez. I should get paid per hour to babysit these crazy broads.
Then the rest of the night it was "Paige help me with this, Paige she said that, Paige, Paige, Paige!" AUGH! "Paige, she's wearin a G string make her change." "Paige, she wont gimmie back my earrings!"
*Wiggles is the "topless trailer". It's literally a double wide trailer, painted Pepto Pink, and turned into a skeevy little dive club. Ugh.



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