I drove directly to Wasaga after my last sales call and met Hamid a quiet Persian and owner of the bar I was going to be working at.
Hamid explained that the job was going to be shitty and hard work but I could work a lot of hours,; The pay was ok and tips were not bad.
After 10 minutes and a handshake I was done and ready to start my first shift the next day.
I showed up at 5:30pm the next day to meet the guy I would be working with eating Dairy Queen and getting more of it on his face then in his mouth. I kept my thoughts to myself as I really did not want this bruit trying to act out a scene from deliverance later on.
The rest of the summer consisted of running up and down stairs with cases of beer restocking beer fridges and ice wells until that glorious day when my redneck coworker quit,we were swamped with Drunken Guidos and the bartenders could not handle the rush and they put me on bar .
Porn stars ,Liquid cocaine’s rum and cokes Jägerbomb’s were the libations of choice and I was more then happy to contribute to the delinquency of disenchanted youths so long as they were willing to empty their wallets in my direction.
“I need another bottle of Jack, Grab me a blue curacao” I yelled back to my cousin who got hired on a month after I did.
The kid ran to the back like a Mexican running from the La migra and was back with more booze to feed the uniformed hoards of backwards baseball caps and Ed Hardy clothing.
The night ended with a few stragglers who refused to leave and the cops cleaning up some of our more intoxicated patrons off the beach with the standard “Get in a cab or come with us your choice”
I wrapped the spouts of my bottles and collected my money from Hamid and had the satisfaction of being one night closer to my new life in Buenos Aires.
