on Little White Lies
For anyone who doesn’t know what Blackout Wednesday is, it’s one of only fifty or so days per year where heavy drinking is not only highlighted, but heavily encouraged amongst adults. It is always celebrated on the day before Thanksgiving, a day in which people put up with packed airports and mind-numbing traffic just to return to the very families they avoid seeing every other day of the year.
No one’s really sure how Blackout Wednesday started. I imagine it was the amalgamation of a bunch of college kids being home, bored, and suddenly able to legally enter bars.
What I know for sure is that I fucking loved working at Emmit’s on Blackout Wednesday. It truly was a scene. The liquor was flowing. The crowd had this energy that’s difficult to describe. Not to mention the money was really good. My favorite part, though, was watching how much everyone was just trying to get laid. These regulars sat at the bar and straight up lied to women about their careers.
“I work at Uber.”
Nooo, Steve, no you don’t. You drive a Toyota Corolla on-demand. Huge dif.
I’m not sayin’ shit, though. You see, I’m fine with little white lies. Everyone says them. We’re all guilty. And while the old adage is true that “two wrongs don’t make a right,” it doesn’t change the fact that Steve is a regular and usually drops 40% on top of the bill. My lips are sealed, buddy.
@joederosacomedy elaborates.