Tonight I had a few girls come over to drink together. The moment they showed up, they said, “My period’s here.” Damn—inside my head I was like: if you’re not going to drink, then don’t come. You’re messing up my chance to pick up girls. Even if I take ten thousand steps back and say it, so what? Drinking is your stomach’s problem—what does it have to do with your downstairs? Then I said it really plainly: drinking is a problem for your stomach, it has nothing to do with your downstairs. I called you to drink, not to serve/entertain customers. 😤📷 😤 Then a few idiots just kept shoving drinks down my throat 😫😫😫