Originally posted by SOB
Well, I can't remember the last time I gagged at the odor emanating from the general area of someone having a drink.
SOB
I can SOB. 31 years ago at the Mardi Gras Club in nig town. Made service calls for a/c window units. I carried 'em, didn't repair 'em. I went on service calls with Leo Alexander, a black man who I thought looked like a Cubano, but my Dad said he wasn't from Cuba.
He was the coolest guy I ever worked with. The service call truck was a 1972 Ford truck, and man would that thing go. The Mardi Gras Club had about 20 window units, and some were in the bathroom. Every time we went there for a service call, I slipped and slided on huge puddles of vomit while carrying air conditioner window units.. Kinda got used to it after a couple times. We always took time for a break after the work was done. Leo would have a beer and I would have cokes and play pool before the club opened later in the evening.
As bad as the smell was, it was also some of the most fun I've had in my life. Going to the Mardi Gras Club was a special treat for me, because I was one of the only white guys to ever go there.
Les
