Heh, Heh...
Back in the '70's when I was 17, I got a personal invitation
in the mail to a time share scheme in Ocean Shores, WA. My
friend and I drove down there from Seattle, enjoyed the free
breakfast and bussed tour. When the salesman sat down to
talk to us, I calmly explained I was only 17, and didn't
have any money. *Boy* was he mad
JR


Gotcha beat....

1981. New York City. 45th and Broadway. Payday weekend off duty from the
U.S. Coast Guard on Governors Island. I waltzed into Beefsteak Charlie's
restaurant and sat down and wanted to have a nice dinner. I ordered a small
house salad, the shrimp buffett, and a nice thick New York style steak. While
I was up at the shrimp buffett, the waiter brought a whole pitcher of Sangria
for me. One thing led to another and I drank the whole pitcher. They brought
another one along with my steak. So, I sat there eating the steak, getting
blitzed on Sangria, and kept on going. They brought a THIRD pitcher of
Sangria! By that time, I had no idea who I was, where I was, what I was
doing... To this day: I have no idea of the rest of the details. I have no
idea if I even paid for my dinner. I just remember getting up and leaving the
restaurant!! I remember walking down to Time's Square to catch the #1 train
down to Battery Park. Along the sidewalk, I overheard a couple of "the
brothers" razzing me because "some dumb-a$$, whitebread, honkey, mo-fo, was on
some good sh**!!!" That's the last I can really remember. Somehow I found the
#1 train, somehow I made it back to Battery Park and the Governors Island ferry
terminal. I think one of the fellow "Coasties" knew me, saw my condition, and
helped get me back safe and sound. Thank God!!!! I wonder how much my bill
was at Beefsteak Charlies after all these years!?!?

Butch Ammon