Years ago, like most young enlisted guys, I found a need to supplement my military salary by getting a part time job. I looked for weeks, and couldn't find anything I was good at or that paid decently.
I checked with a local employment service, and they had a request for a bartender/janitor with no experience required. I figured what the heck - tips could be good.
The bar turned out to be a biker bar way off the beaten track, out in the woods, on a river. After my initial hazing, I enjoyed the job, even though there was no air conditioning (and it got so hot many of the female patrons frequently had to remove their tops to stay cool). There was a guy passed out at the bar whenever I came on shift who was still passed out whenever I got off shift. He never gave me any trouble, so I left him alone.
One day, probably 6 months into my employ there, one of the regulars answers the pay phone, turns white as a sheet and drops the receiver as he shouts "Big Al is riding in".
The bar emptied as bikers flew out the doors, out the windows, got on their bikes and rode out of there. As luck would have it, my girlfriend had dropped me at work that day so she could use my truck. It was nearly 4 miles to the highway and I figured I didn't have a chance of getting out of there on foot before this Big Al character arrived.
So I just hunkered down and waited.
Suddenly I heard a noise louder than the thunder of a hundred Harleys with straight pipes. Down the road came this Hemi-powered custom bike, chrome from one end to the other, carrying the largest man I had ever seen in my life.
He parked the bike on the front lawn of the bar and knocked out the door frame as he walked in. He was no less than 7 feet tall, and 5 feet wide at the shoulder. His biceps bigger than Christmas hams. He was tattoed from wrist to wrist with the a T-shirt that said "Today is the Last Day of the Rest of Your Life".
I gathered what little composure I had left and asked what I could get him.
A shot and a beer he ordered.
I grabbed a half gallon bottle of JD and started to pour a pitcher of beer as he grabbed the bottle, broke the neck off on the edge of the bar and drank it in one gullp. He reached behind the bar and grabbed the keg, whipped out a Buck knife with a 20" blade and cut the top off the keg, and drank it in 5 gulps.
Hoping to extend my life at least another 30 seconds, I asked if he woudl like another round.
Ain't got time, he says.
I heard Big Al is riding in.
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