The Tips Just don't cut it, I'm going to hock used coats

So, I had the pleasure of heading out to Dragonfly Night Club yesterday. If you haven't been, you should go. it's not all that bad. Crazy drunk tourists and lots of short people. I felt like a giant. They weren't as short at the people in the Maltese clubs, but still short none the less. Pace Ville Represent! In addition to a good time at the Club, my good friend and fishing buddy Kenny was there.

At the end of the night, we said our goodbyes, finished our bevies and headed to the coat check. As we handed in our tickets, I noticed something wasn't right. I didn't receive my jacket. Now, you might have though I'd be worried that the Coat check girls were obviously drunk, or the fact that the coat check girl had made three trips to the back with a confused look on her face. I really wasn't. What worried me was that the drunk coat check supervisor started saying telling me that I should have memorized my coat check ticket number. Who the hell does she think I am? The Amazing Kreskin? Rain Man? What person in the world memorizes their coat check ticket? She then said that it was possible that they put my coat on the counter and someone took it accidentally. I assured her this wasn't the case. I gave a description of my Clark Grizwold parka, and within seconds the drunkie coat check girl brought out my coat.

In the end I got my coat, but what bugged me was that the coat check supervisor assumed it was my fault that I didn't have my coat. She blamed me for not giving a ticket, then said it was taken by another patron, then told me it was my responsibility to have memorized the number on the coat check ticket. She placed all the blame on me without once going to the back and looking to see if my coat was there. Now, maybe I'm expecting too much from a coat check clerk, although really, their only role there is to make sure the coat gets checked in and then gets checked out.