Bouncing Bobby

Think-A-Holic Lounge hired a new bouncer the other day to back up Bot Boy (see the Bot and Paid For posting). There have been way too many fights at the Lounge ever since that traditionally-published author started hanging out here. I'll admit that most of these fights were started by me.

The new bouncer's name is Bobby and he claims to be from the planet Samoa-sun. I like him and have bought him flaming shots of think-a-hol on several occasions after his shift was over. We regulars affectionately call him Bouncing Bobby.

Bouncing Bobby can throw a full-size drunk out the door and toss him or her further than any dwarf tosser in France. And, here at Think-A-Holic Lounge, drunk tossing is perfectly legal.

Employees-of-the-Month

Think-A-Holic Lounge doesn't discriminate between thinkers and non-thinkers at the door or when hiring staff. Everyone is welcome at this watering hole.

Our doormen (pictured) are often referred to as doorpersons because no one really knows their genders or species or whether they're thinkers or not. They may even be think-a-holics, who knows? Anyway, our "bouncers", as they're often called, are virtually inseparable and have worked together in many countries and on several planets and we're proud to have them as employees at the Lounge.

Unfortunately, the thing about these two jokers is that no one knows when they'll beam up and leave us working the door by ourselves. Angus, our ghost bartender, can hardly tie his own shoelaces, let alone distinguish between thinkers and think-a-holics, or even tell if our patrons have half a brain when they ask for service.

And, as for me, I'm usually too busy scribbling notes for my next book on a cocktail napkin or reaching for a bar towel.