So, I worked last night at the pub. Sunday night. Man was it boring. When I got there at 6:00, there were two people in the pub. And it didn't get much better. I was complaining about how boring it was, wishing it would get more exciting. Be careful what you wish for . . .
Completely without provocation, a fight broke out. 6 people in the entire pub, one of them in his 70s, the other 5 in their 20s. One guy hits another and the other three pull them apart. The trouble maker gets thrown out, and the other 4 boys apologise to me for causing a disturbance. My boss had gone down the road with his fiancée for supper. He asked why I hadn't called him on hos cell phone, and I told him that the whole thing was over before it really started. I could have called him, but nothing would have changed.
If that was the excitement, I'll leave it, thanks.
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