
Like this. I was waiting on 3 hot chicks in their pajamas after they had closed down a local 4am bar. They were clearly hungover, clearly, more likely still drunk. So, nothing like some tequila to cheer up your Sunday morning. God I hate working Sundays, but these chicks were pretty fun. Sadly, my manager walked right by as I was dropping these shots off, questioned if I had seen any of their Id's - which I hadn't, but said I had - and he just looked at me and said 'Really?'
We were on good terms, so nothing bad became of it, but for some reason he was clearly displeased with me for the rest of the shift.