Short and sweet this time. In Washington state it is illegal to sell alcohol between the hours of 2:00 a.m. and 6:00 a.m. This usually leads to a rush to buy beer at 1:50 a.m., and sometimes I have to cut people off literally as they reach for their wallets at the register counter. Now, this has sometimes been a source of stories that would also make good topics for this article, but this time its the next 15 minuets after 2 that matter.

This last Friday night, a group of about 6 ladies comes in at about 2:10. They are all, with the exception of one mother-hen type chick, very drunk and rowdy. They ask if its too late to buy beer and I of course tell them that it is. The next 5 minuets were filled with offers like “we’ll show you our tits if you sell us some beer,” and “me and her could make out with each other for you,” and everything else short of “I’ll blow you for a 6 pack.”

Now, these girls were fairly attractive, I’ll have you know. I would be lying if I said I didn’t consider it, but the fear of litigation outweighed my desire to see some tits. So I ended up just laughing about it and turning them all down. They didn’t really get the picture that I wasn’t going to budge until I told them that their “squeezey bits aren’t magical mind-control devices.”  Of course the whole time this was going on the girls were bouncing around, making their tits jiggle and so forth.

Another customer, a male, had also wondered into the situation. He, like me, was barely containing his laughter. It was a ridiculous scene, to say the least.

Anyhow, the sober chick finally dragged them off of me and they went to leave. The guy who had come in and I final;u let ourselves laugh in earnest and he made a remark like “good night tonight, huh?” or something similar.  As I rang up his items I saw him look over my shoulder with a “whoa” sort of expression – so I turned.

Tits pressed on the glass.

A few different thoughts passed through my mind. First, I wondered why they would have offered up showing their breasts as payment for breaking the law – and then in failure just bring ‘em out anyway. That’s not good negotiating! Second, I wondered if the glass was cold.