You ever hear the phrase, "Never let 'em see you sweat"? Suffice to say, all Rob did tonight was let us see him sweat. Allow me to elaborate...
I walked in at 9:30. Rob said to bartender Sheila, "I'm worried we're not gonna have any girls". And sure as shit, they had three (who were all 3's). She yelled something about "Denver" coming in, which she did, only to smoke out back for like a HOUR.
Then, a customer requested singles for a $20 bill.
Rob rang it up and then looked FURIOUSLY around for Sheila while shouting, "WE DON'T HAVE ENOUGH GODDAMN SINGLES" and Sheila showed up like hey man relax singles galore.
Finally, I asked Sheila if I could have a $110 dance (only sizable tits in the house). She said yes, but damned if Rob didn't interrupt us like nine times, all with questions Sheila thought Rob himself should easily know.
When the proprietor seems harried and discombobulated, it makes me think that we're only seeing the most obvious problems. Like my mom punching my arm in public when I was six; imagine what went on when no one was looking.
I'm worried that Rob is fucked and he knows it. I could be wrong, but if so, his cool as a cucumber persona is no longer cool in the least. He's behaving like a guy who knows the end is near, and he's powerless to stop it.
