LaughingGirl wrote:I was an occasional goat rodeo participant back in the early 80's. Never went there sober or at "normal" hours.
The whole overnight waitstaff used to quit en mass and they would have to close until they could get some more suckers to work that shift!
My favorite memory was going there for a "huge fight inside the dining room" and upon my solo arrival seeing a couple of dozen people running in every direction.
I went inside and the manager was screaming at me to "Go get them! They left without paying! THEY'RE GETTING AWAY!" while every table and every chair except one was overturned and there was food all over the ceiling, walls, windows, and floor. There was one customer left, sitting on the only upright chair in the middle of the room, holding a plate under his face, drunkenly yet furiously nom-nom-nom-ing as he was staring off into a hazy, undefined middle distance as if no one else existed.
I turned around and went back to my squad.
10-8, no report.