1998: I was working at a family place as a bartender. I had been the day bartender for months, because I was also the trainer (I got paid more). This led to me having more regulars that knew me by name. My clientele mostly consisted of engineers, and white collar types. Although, we were close enough(LA) where a lot of athletes and actors came in, too.
I'm working my normal Friday shift when Bobby comes in. He works in the film industry, but he's not super wealthy. He is, however, a horrendous drunk. I have met his wife and kid, they're great. He's going through a divorce, but he informs me that he's at the restaurant to meet a girl he "connected" with online.
His wife told him they're done last week. This week he's meeting a woman from the internet... at the place he took his wife and child. Ok got it.
Bobby's date shows up, and she's a knockout. I say it with surprise, because Bobby looks like a misshapen Elton John. He's an odd looking guy, but he was really good at saying things people wanted to hear.
He was a bullshitter.
Bobby introduced me to his date as if we were old friends. Of course, I have to play along. That's what bartenders do. The date is going great, they have drinks, appetizers, and I chat them up. Next thing I know, they're going for a smoke. At the time I was a smoker so I didn't think anything of it. I was getting ready to go have one myself.
I waited for my lovebirds to come back, but 10 minutes later they were still not back. I said screw them and joined some co-workers for a smoke break.
The parking lot is probably two acres or more. You can park a thousand cars in it. I was outside smoking when I noticed my guy, Bobby, had parked his van in the second row close to the building. Not only that, but it appears that someone is inside of the van. The van is rocking... rocking and sounds are coming from it.
Yes, there are two people having loud, angry sex in the parking lot. There are also families walking to their cars, past the van, to get to their own cars.
About an hour later the couple came back in to their cold food and warm drinks. It was like nothing happened. I could tell they had been doing blow in the van. They looked like they had been hit by a bus.
This was the last time I ever saw Bobby, because when he came back in he was too wasted to formulate speech. We had to forcibly remove him and tell him he was not welcome.