I will give you a few examples.
Saturday #1 Some jackass customer decides to head butt me on purpose while I am on stage. Hit me so hard, I can't remember what he looks like and I still have a bump. I was making really damn good money that night but ended up in the dressing room with a bag of ice on my head. Also had to wear a shit load of cover up the next week, due to 2 black eyes.
Saturday #2 Some jackass customer decides he is going to pull his dick out in the private dance room. It was little and limp and I wasnt interested.
Saturday #3 One of my contact lenses never made it back into the case. Now I have to buy new ones (they are special order) and wear my glasses.
Saturday #4 My glasses broke. The arm snapped off. Hubby was able to fix them by taking the arm of my new sunglasses I had bought 2 weeks ago to wear when I had my contacts in.
Saturday #5 Got yelled at by the bartender for getting drunk on my 30th birthday. The owner, who is my best friend, told him to stick up his ass.
I don't hate Saturdays, I just hate the bad things that happen to me on Saturdays. I am just really happy that I had the lat 2 of them off.



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