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Oh, hell. You can tell a drunk anything and 5 minutes later they've forgotten it. When I was still at the Bates a drunk would come in and I'd tell him, "Sorry, we don't rent out rooms to anyone who is intoxicated." 15 minutes later he'd be back hoping I'd changed my mind or that someone else would be out front. Or he just forgot that he tried there already.
I couldn't do your job in a million years, Wolf. I'd go postal by time I'd encountered the 10th or 11th drunk. Having been one myself, I have no patience with active drinkers.
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