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[17 Apr 2010|02:11am] |
Closing time, open all the doors and let you out into the world. Closing time, turn all of the lights on over every boy and every girl. Closing time, one last call for alcohol so finish your whiskey or beer. Closing time, you don't have to go home but you can't stay here.
I feel those words say it best this time of night. The bartenders are finishing up wiping the counters and tables down, you ladies are getting dressed and packed up to head home, My bouncers are outside roughing up the last of the rowdy drunkards that refuse to leave, and I'm counting out the last of everything and stuffing it away in the safe. This late, even I'm ready to just go home and hit the hay, so let's get up and get out of here, okay?
PM Supervisor, I'm the one that is nice enough to let you all leave a little early when things are a little slow, any questions? you know where and how to find me.
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