As it appears that the economy is hotting up somewhat, and due to an increase in custom, it appears that there may be "room at the inn" for staff.
All reasonable applications considered. All unreasonable applications considered fodder for entertainment purposes.
We don't know how long Captain Gus will be getting back to sea, but until further notice we shall be raising many a glass. And that means barmaids, chambermaids, and at least one hopeless drunk at the end of the bar covered in peanut shells.
3 comments:
I could be the hopeless drunk. Hopeless, because I rarely get drunk. Sleeping on the job is almost the same thing, though. Peanut shells can be ground into a nice mud-pack facial, so your Grog Shoppe can be expanded into a "spa". Deals on wheels.
MD (not a title)
Good Lord! The evil B. whale seems to have a taste for comments as well as for arms and families: it ate my reply to yours of the other day.
Thank you and welcome aboard. I have an idea we can pick up some used pilates equipment (it's only slightly singed) so the spa idea seems quite viable.
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