03-15-2015, 10:11 AM
Made the mistake of logging into my email account from afar as the neighbors looking after my affairs reported towing notices had been placed on both of my vehicles' windshields here in snow country. Thankfully they were around to prevent that from happening, but sheesh, next time don't tell me about it until I get home. Xd
Here's a couple shots of the beach for those of you who like sun, water, sand, not working, etc.
Waiting for my jerk chicken fix at Bourbon Beach (it's the sauce I crave) and some hustler at the bar starts shouting at me rudely to buy him a beer. I more than ignore him as I move away hopefully sending a message. More shouts directed my way. Guy can't take a hint. I'm the only fresh target in range for this beggar "working" the mid-day bar. Then he comes over to try a new tactic. It's fake friendship time. Sorry bud that ain't gonna work now. Next comes a sales pitch to buy some honey hash oil from a brown-colored medicine bottle. The watered-down product flows quickly from side to side in the bottle as he shows it to me even though I said I wasn't interested. So out comes his cell phone so he can show me a photo of his wife. Eye roll. A second later he's working a foot/medical expense angle whereupon I stand up and shout (and um I do mean SHOUT) "DOESN'T THIS PLACE HAVE ANY FUCKING SECURITY!" Bartender looks over. Shithead slinks away. About time. Next time I'm not going to be so nice--to management. They know the problem.
Here's a couple shots of the beach for those of you who like sun, water, sand, not working, etc.
Waiting for my jerk chicken fix at Bourbon Beach (it's the sauce I crave) and some hustler at the bar starts shouting at me rudely to buy him a beer. I more than ignore him as I move away hopefully sending a message. More shouts directed my way. Guy can't take a hint. I'm the only fresh target in range for this beggar "working" the mid-day bar. Then he comes over to try a new tactic. It's fake friendship time. Sorry bud that ain't gonna work now. Next comes a sales pitch to buy some honey hash oil from a brown-colored medicine bottle. The watered-down product flows quickly from side to side in the bottle as he shows it to me even though I said I wasn't interested. So out comes his cell phone so he can show me a photo of his wife. Eye roll. A second later he's working a foot/medical expense angle whereupon I stand up and shout (and um I do mean SHOUT) "DOESN'T THIS PLACE HAVE ANY FUCKING SECURITY!" Bartender looks over. Shithead slinks away. About time. Next time I'm not going to be so nice--to management. They know the problem.