So one Friday or Saturday night a bunch of us are working late. Me, GF, BB and others are planning if we're going to Lou's that night. Lou's is a local bar... little hole-in-the-wall place where GF's brother rolls Bud's down the line to all the thirsty folk. You ain't picking up women in this place, but hell - we were there for the beer - what'd we need a woman there to ruin the whole damn thing for anyway?!?!
We're hanging out at the front of the store when Tina walks in... you remember Tina, right? 16 or 17 at the time with legs up to her neck... cute kid and damn fun to be with.
Tina's not working this particular night. She's going out with some other friends and she's all dolled up. DAMN!!! She struts in with a mini-skirt and boots... if there's anything the Dawgs like, it's mini-skirts and boots on a gal who can wear them well. Let me tell you - Tina can wear them well!!!
So well in fact, that GF gets a look at her and just says "Kick me... c'mon, just one time - Kick me!"
Tina obediently obliged GF's request, kicked him in the shin and gave him a big hug, laughed and strutted her shit right out the door for the night (with the rest of us begging for her to kick us of course!)
Tuesday, August 21, 2007
Monday, August 20, 2007
The Women of 557
We were young... we loved the girls at that store...
Loris, Val, Vera, Tina, Alex, Lisa (deli), Linda, Lisa (salad bar), Nicole, Mary... damn - I could go on.
Some older, some younger - all a lot of fun and damn good looking too...
A couple of them actually even married some of the guys that worked in the store...
We always had fun and could count on the girls to be there when we were having a good time. Especially Tina and Alex... they were some of the younger ones who came on later in our "careers".
Those two could party with us any time. I still keep in touch with them whenever I can and they're both doing very well for themselves... Good for them - especially Alex...
Miss them all...
Loris, Val, Vera, Tina, Alex, Lisa (deli), Linda, Lisa (salad bar), Nicole, Mary... damn - I could go on.
Some older, some younger - all a lot of fun and damn good looking too...
A couple of them actually even married some of the guys that worked in the store...
We always had fun and could count on the girls to be there when we were having a good time. Especially Tina and Alex... they were some of the younger ones who came on later in our "careers".
Those two could party with us any time. I still keep in touch with them whenever I can and they're both doing very well for themselves... Good for them - especially Alex...
Miss them all...
Wednesday, August 15, 2007
Halloween Hijinx...
Don't remember the year, but I do remember one Halloween where a couple of the younger girls that worked the front end came to work in costume.
Tina was one of them. She's a great kid. Great personality, great smile and legs up to her neck!
She comes to work dressed as a pig. Yeah - that's right - P.I.G - pig...
Anyway, she goes on break and comes in the back to talk to some of the guys. GF is in the back cleaning the meat room and is in his bloody butcher coat so they come up with a great plan.
Tina would bust out of the door in the meat room - right at the center of the store - with GF right behind her with a knife...
It went off perfect and she sprinted to the front of the store, with GF right behind yelling for someone to stop his pig.
Mind you, there are customers in the store shopping. He caught her at the front, hoisted her over his shoulder and carried her to the back of the store as old Italian ladies looked on saying nothing but "oh - you kids... "
Yeah - we knew how to have fun back then...
Tina was one of them. She's a great kid. Great personality, great smile and legs up to her neck!
She comes to work dressed as a pig. Yeah - that's right - P.I.G - pig...
Anyway, she goes on break and comes in the back to talk to some of the guys. GF is in the back cleaning the meat room and is in his bloody butcher coat so they come up with a great plan.
Tina would bust out of the door in the meat room - right at the center of the store - with GF right behind her with a knife...
It went off perfect and she sprinted to the front of the store, with GF right behind yelling for someone to stop his pig.
Mind you, there are customers in the store shopping. He caught her at the front, hoisted her over his shoulder and carried her to the back of the store as old Italian ladies looked on saying nothing but "oh - you kids... "
Yeah - we knew how to have fun back then...
Monday, August 13, 2007
The Diner
Most nights we worked, we were leaving between 11pm and 1am. The store closed at midnight, but by the time the cashiers finished counting out, sometimes it was 12:30 or so ...
And since some of the cashiers were with us, we'd hang out to make sure they either got to our car OK or their car OK. Most of the time though, we'd head across the street to the local diner for something to eat and a couple beers.
The diner... what a joint! Most nights we'd have 8 - 10 people with us and the owners were usually there that time of night. After a while, they got to know us and we they would be sure we had a good table and take good care of us...
The food was outstanding. We's sit and bullshit, eat and unwind and just have a great laugh.
The best time was the holidays though, because there was usually a round of drinks on the owners - even though most of the Dawgs were underaged at the time. They knew we weren't there to cause trouble or get lit up - we respected the place, treated everyone well and they were saying "thank you" for our business.
When I go back to NJ I make sure that I stop in (usually with BB and da boiz) to say HI and get me a nice omlet or big-ass burger...
The place has a lot of memories for all of the Dawgs. It was always a welcome spot at the end of the shift.
Next up - "Halloween Hijinx"
And since some of the cashiers were with us, we'd hang out to make sure they either got to our car OK or their car OK. Most of the time though, we'd head across the street to the local diner for something to eat and a couple beers.
The diner... what a joint! Most nights we'd have 8 - 10 people with us and the owners were usually there that time of night. After a while, they got to know us and we they would be sure we had a good table and take good care of us...
The food was outstanding. We's sit and bullshit, eat and unwind and just have a great laugh.
The best time was the holidays though, because there was usually a round of drinks on the owners - even though most of the Dawgs were underaged at the time. They knew we weren't there to cause trouble or get lit up - we respected the place, treated everyone well and they were saying "thank you" for our business.
When I go back to NJ I make sure that I stop in (usually with BB and da boiz) to say HI and get me a nice omlet or big-ass burger...
The place has a lot of memories for all of the Dawgs. It was always a welcome spot at the end of the shift.
Next up - "Halloween Hijinx"
Thursday, August 9, 2007
Sunburns in Maryland, Blown Gremlin Hoses and Duct Tape
So after a week or so of heavy drinking, eating and screwing with Jerry's mind, we drive home to NJ from the beautiful Carolina coast.
Someone decides that we should take the Chesapeak Bay Bridge/Tunnel back home. A beautiful ride, but it added what seemed to be an eternity to what was to turn into a torturous and near fatal drive home (not for us of course, but the other poor bastards on the road with us)
A Gremlin, a VW Kharman Ghia and 100+ degree heat... how freaking wonderful!
So we're in Maryland and the Gremlin starts to overheat. Turns out the bugger blew a hose. Since it was Jerry's car, it probably was buying into the fact that AC is the devil. (Click here for details on that exchange)
DUCT TAPE!!! WE NEED DUCT TAPE DAMN IT!!!
Finally after practically fabricating a new hose almost entirely from duct tape, we're on our way, but had to stop every so often to let the Gremlin cool down again. So of course, while we're doing that, we're sunning ourselves on top of the other vehicles and in the process adding to our probability of developing skin cancer as we get older.
Hey, you gotta look good for the glitter girls, right?!?!
By the time we got home, what should have been a 10 hour drive turned into a 14+ hour tour of hell... We felt like we were savagely beaten, chewed up and spit out by a couple of psychotic bitches from Clifton - hell, I think a couple of us may have even preferred that than to have to squeeze back into the Ghia for another 3 hours!
But being the Dawgs that we are, we made it... and promptly went to get beer!
Tuesday, August 7, 2007
I Don't Need to Hear This Shit!!!
Back to the trip to North Carolina in the summer of 1982.
Among us was a guy we graduated with named Jerry... Jerry was a strange guy - nice enough - but I think he bit into a few too many bad magic shrooms while in school and it affected his mind now (I think he's a doctor now or something).
Anyway, we were screwing around with him one day and got him to thinking that one of the Dawgs was actually the devil himself. I happened to be listening to some Iron Maiden at the time and then we put 2 and 2 together and realized that one of the guys (AC) had a phone # with the exchange "666".
Well what more do you need than that?!?!?
Next thing we know, Jerry's running into a fucking closet yelling "I don't need to hear this shit!!!". I think he brought some bad acid with him... good thing he didn't look in the damn mirror or his face might have melted!!!
Among us was a guy we graduated with named Jerry... Jerry was a strange guy - nice enough - but I think he bit into a few too many bad magic shrooms while in school and it affected his mind now (I think he's a doctor now or something).
Anyway, we were screwing around with him one day and got him to thinking that one of the Dawgs was actually the devil himself. I happened to be listening to some Iron Maiden at the time and then we put 2 and 2 together and realized that one of the guys (AC) had a phone # with the exchange "666".
Well what more do you need than that?!?!?
Next thing we know, Jerry's running into a fucking closet yelling "I don't need to hear this shit!!!". I think he brought some bad acid with him... good thing he didn't look in the damn mirror or his face might have melted!!!
Friday, August 3, 2007
Would You Rather be Called Princess?!?!?!?
After the Dawgs were established and well rooted in the culture of the Tombs, a new breed of "pup" came along.
One of the guys was named Tom. Nice kid overall, but his damn voice cracked more than a fucking windshield getting pelted with gravel from an uzi... damn annoying sometimes...
Well anyway, GF decided that the kid was "worthy" of admission to being a full fledged DAWG and decided to "initiate" him right proper.
Tom was maybe 125 pounds vs. GFs 240 and GF was deceivingly fast given his appearance... he actually was an all-state sprinter in HS at almost the same size.
In the back corner of the store, where we pulled the trailers was the entrance to the warehouse. It also led to the upstairs restrooms, the deli department and the cardboard compator - a beast of a machine that would crush cardboard with hydraulic rams so that it could be bailed and recycled.
GF caught the little bastard at the front of the store (mind you, we're open for business) - carries him to the back room and duct-tapes him to a support pole in the warehouse. The only thing funnier would have been to have dropped his pants while he was back there. (Hell, we might have and I just don't remember because I burst a blood vessel from laughing so damn much!)
We dubbed him "Zippy" and "PinHead"... Most of the Dawgs had nicknames and that became his for a short time... one day, he asked GF "Why do you call me pinhead?" and GF with a straight face responded "Would you rather be called PRINCESS??"
Beer flew out of people's noses with that one and the heimlich maneuver was performed on at least 3 people who damn near choked to death on whatever it was that we were using the beer to wash down. Happily, all Dawgs were accounted for and survived the evening.
One of the guys was named Tom. Nice kid overall, but his damn voice cracked more than a fucking windshield getting pelted with gravel from an uzi... damn annoying sometimes...
Well anyway, GF decided that the kid was "worthy" of admission to being a full fledged DAWG and decided to "initiate" him right proper.
Tom was maybe 125 pounds vs. GFs 240 and GF was deceivingly fast given his appearance... he actually was an all-state sprinter in HS at almost the same size.
In the back corner of the store, where we pulled the trailers was the entrance to the warehouse. It also led to the upstairs restrooms, the deli department and the cardboard compator - a beast of a machine that would crush cardboard with hydraulic rams so that it could be bailed and recycled.
GF caught the little bastard at the front of the store (mind you, we're open for business) - carries him to the back room and duct-tapes him to a support pole in the warehouse. The only thing funnier would have been to have dropped his pants while he was back there. (Hell, we might have and I just don't remember because I burst a blood vessel from laughing so damn much!)
We dubbed him "Zippy" and "PinHead"... Most of the Dawgs had nicknames and that became his for a short time... one day, he asked GF "Why do you call me pinhead?" and GF with a straight face responded "Would you rather be called PRINCESS??"
Beer flew out of people's noses with that one and the heimlich maneuver was performed on at least 3 people who damn near choked to death on whatever it was that we were using the beer to wash down. Happily, all Dawgs were accounted for and survived the evening.
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