Life Really Does Come Back To Bite U In The Ass

LOL

What's good for the goose is good for the gander

Isn’t it ironic? Don’t ya think?
A little too ironic...

Back when I drank hard and clubbed - I ordered a Gray Goose and vodka. The waitress came back with a glass of Gray Goose vodka. I told her that I only a fool would order a vodka and vodka - as I downed the glass.

LOL

Here's one time when life came back to bite me......

Went downtown to one of my favorite strip clubs on a weekday evening. The club only offers on-street parking in front. But it offered free parking in an off-street lot one block east of the club and there's an alley at the back of the lot to get to the front of the club.

Normally, this street isn't very busy at night but tonight it's packed with cars looking for parking and made worse by a stretch limo double-parked in front of a building next door to the lot. It's a special grand opening of the then 'newest' dance club - in-place to be venue. And it's starting to rain.

I pull into the front of the lot and tell the attendant I'm going to the strip club. Prominent signs tell drivers that this lot offers FREE parking only for XXX strip club patrons; all others must pay $10. Early in the evening the lot's pretty empty as the dance club patrons are still hoping to find free parking spaces.

As I walk through the alley to the strip club I'm felling smug about landing a free parking space in a nearly empty lot while those younger dance club patrons are still desperately looking for cheaper spaces.

I spend a couple of hours at the club and have a VERY pleasurable time but it's close to midnight and time for me to leave. It's raining harder now, a steady downpour. But I'm still in a warm afterglow from the club and feeling no pain even though it's a juice bar and I've had only coke or water to drink.

I turn the corner into the alley and see the lot is packed full of cars....hmm, might have some difficulty getting out. I'm now wet from the steady rain and anxious to get into my warm car and get home. Walk into the lot and.....

WTF.......where's my car...........no fucking car anywhere. I ask the two [new] lot attendants who've replaced the guy who was here when I pulled in.
After checking a list one tells me my car has been towed because I hadn't paid to park; I'll need to call a taxi [before Uber et al] to get to the temporary private tower's lot and pay to bail my car out! Whoa, I say, I was at the XXX strip club...free parking for me.

One of the attendants went with me to strip club door guy who verified I was there all evening. After that the attendants were very apologetic but I'm now soaked and pissed off after four trips back and forth to the club.

Luckily, one of the tow truck drivers arrives just as we get back to the front of the lot. He too apologizes, assures me there will be NO tow fee charges and offers to drive me to the temp impound lot several miles away to retrieve my car.

On the way home with the heat and fan speed set on hi I'm desperately trying to forget my smug attitude earlier as I thought about those young dance clubbers looking for parking and having to get their fancy duds wet to get to their club rather than pay $10 to park next door.

Life Really Does Come Back To Bite U In The Ass

^ at least the parking attendants admitted their mistake and madrle it right and got your car back with no charge to you

True Papi but I didn't get off entirely scot-free.

I 'paid' for my smug attitude with soaking wet clothes and sniffles for a day or so. I arrived home to find one anxious male dog and one very cranky female dog waiting for their final out before going to bed so they could wake me up very early in that SAME morning to feed them and let them out again.

What started out as a wholly pleasurable memory became a nightmare for awhile and ended as a memory of fun and frustration.