I discharged one frequent flyer drunk at 6 PM, only to have him return at 10:35. He joined my other two frequent flyer drunks in my corner of Drunk and Pissy land, where the floor is your toilet, your needs supersede anyone else's, and you have a constitutional right to as many turkey sandwiches as you desire.
My reward was earning a coveted "Drunk and Disorderly Hat Trick" for the evening.
Which does not include any sort of prize.
But he has 65 visits for the year, each and every one of them via the Big White Limo with the Pretty Flashy-Light Thingies.
Guess who pays?
