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One Friday night my Supervisor TOLD me that I was going to get something in my eye at 10:00pm and that he was going to have to take me to the ER. I'll be darned if at 10:00 my eye didn't start tearing up. Turns out it was just cigarette smoke so seeing as we had already left, and somehow got a change of clothes, we went to the club and promptly ran into the Shops owner at the same club.

For some reason I was promoted from gopher (janitor) to greasy dude (screw machine operator), with a good raise the following Monday. About a month later I met the owners wife who WASN'T at that club with the owner that night.