After getting crocked at the oyster festival, Chesty McNasterson, Greta Von Dom, and I set off for an art show. However, someone was a little under the weather, so we stopped in L5P for burgers and tots at the Vortex.

While waiting for a table, I asked the bartender to surprise me with an India Pale Ale (IPA). She hooked me up with one from Lugunitas Brewing Company in Petaluma, California, which The Vortex just started carrying. The IPA was mighty tasty, and I have some in my private stash, but I still prefer Loose Cannon for every day drinking purposes.

Two Lagunitas IPAs later, we finally got a table. I overheard the waitress* mention, “I feel like a baby sitter,” to Chesty McNasterson**.

“Really, do you have to give spankings?”

“I can for twenty dollars.”

“I don’t have that much on me.”

Chesty McNasterson’s friend Joyce fronts the cash. The waitress bends me over a table, takes off her belt, and whips me. I enjoyed it. Additionally, watching looks of surprise, disgust, and fear cross the faces of the yuppie patrons was priceless.

notes:

* Yes, I know the proper politically correct tree hugging hippie liberal term is “server”. However, I don’t give a fuck.
** Who was sober.