When Regulars Get Too Close...

I had mentioned that a number of regulars at UES restaurant are loaded. I mean, if they can eat here every day or several times a week, they have plenty of disposable income.

What shall I call this one gentleman...he's jolly, almost like a Santa Clause, sorta looks like one, he's probably in his late 50's, early 60's, really tall guy...once told us stories of how he was sleeping with a woman and how the condoms he bought were so small they sprang off of him, he didn't know he had bought extra small ones. Yes, I hear these stories. Let's call him....Mr. Swing Fling.

Don't get me wrong. Mr. Swing Fling is very nice, but it's not like he'd say no if I or any of the other female staff would go home with him. My co-hostess said she was hanging out wit him after work, and all I could think was, "You're FRIENDS with him? Friendly enough you'd hang out with him OUTSIDE of the restaurant?"

I have to say tough he was kind enough to give me cab $ to go home, which was very sweet, and they did offer for me to go out for a drink. Considering his apartment was close by the restaurant, I wonder if my co-hostess went home with him for some nookey.

Ah, colorful people I work with....