Reminds me of the shrimp and knock. My then husband was a manager at a seafood restaurant. This is back in the days when checks where accepted as payment for dinner. He had one police officer who would come in for dinner a couple times a week (on the house of course) then take the bounced checks and collect the cash for them.
It’s a sad, all too familiar story: harsh, distant, alcoholic father, sensitive, shy daughter always seeking his love and approval. Although there were flashes of kindness, most of my dad’s feelings had been buried long before. Even as...
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MO_Thoughts2 says,
Love this.Reminds me of the shrimp and knock. My then husband was a manager at a seafood restaurant. This is back in the days when checks where accepted as payment for dinner. He had one police officer who would come in for dinner a couple times a week (on the house of course) then take the bounced checks and collect the cash for them.
Staraj says,
Ahh yes, the good 'ol days, when the police were paid public servants — in more ways than one. :-)