Saturday (obviously).
Elton John sang Saturday night’s alright for fighting.
It is alright for adventure too. You’ve got to LOVE Facebook memories for reminding me of this warm evening in Port Credit a bunch of Augusts ago.
I was meeting up with a buddy during which we had a chat with a dude who had spent some time in Millhaven…penitentiary. It’s funny that this was not the most interesting part of the evening. The dude didn’t give details about why he was in Millhaven. He just said it was about a tax matter. Millhaven is a MAXIMUM SECURITY PRISON. That must have been some serious tax crime. Maybe he killed his accountant? Is that a tax crime?
Anyway, while walking to meet my buddy, minding my own business (as usual), a door flew open and two people burst out of a salon onto the sidewalk. They were the spa owner and her customer. The customer was NOT satisfied with her cut and refused to pay the bill. Immediately I put on my Vice-Principal hat to mediate the situation. After a solid half hour of negotiation, neither side was budging. The owner still insisted on full price. The customer was equally adamant to pay zero price.
30 minutes is about my limit to negotiate in this type of situation. So I paid the bill (because my buddy was waiting), gave the customer my address and phone number, looked her in the eye and in my sternest Vice-Principal voice said ‘You will pay me back. I don’t care when. Just do it.”
I thought I’d seen the last of those $$$….until about a month later.
An envelope with the amount I paid appeared in my mailbox.
Saturday night’s alright for helping, too.
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