I was in the library, and my supervisor was talking to me about how I'd missed work on Saturday. I told him that the shuttle that had taken me into town had gotten in late, and I had been unable to wake up the next day. He didn't think that this little story was a good enough explanation, so he starts yelling at me. It was something like this.
"Whydon'tyoucometoworkontime?YoushouldbehereorIshouldfireyouandhityouintheface!"
Of course, I didn't take too well to that, and I said, "Hey, this is a library. People are studying, try to keep it down." Then I put my index finger up to my lips and gave him a 'shh.'
He just started screaming at me...
"This... is not a library! This... is... a discotech club! Now get up there and dance!"
So... I did. The counter in front of me was actually a bar, or so I realized when I looked at it again, and my supervisor seemed to be suggesting it... so I jumped up on it and started dancing. Then, this guy in a cowboy hat accidentaly spilled his beer. I slipped in it and fell off the bar, I was about to bang my head on a stool when I woke up...
I didn't even get any tips...