I headed down to Myrtle Beach South Carolina and spent a day and a half and a night there. My night there was a good time, I had gotten down the routine of walking into some upscale hotel like I owned the place and walked into the main lobby only to use their bathroom and take a mini shower. Then walk up to the front counter and get good ideas of what to do and see in the area. I walked into a visitor center as it was closing and ended up landing a deal where if I listened to a 90 minute sales pitch I could get a free gift. Normally that didn't sound up my ally but two of the free gifts included a four course meal! I could use some free food and get away from my peanut butter and jelly, ham, or bologna options I have been living off of. So I listened to the requirements and signed up.
I walked around the bar area of myrtle beach looking for some good music and an a good environment to sit down and drink a little. I found this place called dueling pianos. I had to go and check it out. It was awesome. Made friends with the bartender got about $16.00 in free shots and just sipped on my new favorite beer, yuengling, all night. I had noticed a small electric drum kit on stage with the piano guys so I had to throw in my request on a napkin to allow me to play the drums. Basically did that three times throughout the night never once got to play...Oh well it was worth the shot. The bathroom there was awesome and you could get a shave or a damn near spa treatment pedicure from all the crap that was on the counter. Pretty high class for a bar. I didn't tip the guy just for taking a piss but after I went and chucked in the toilet I cleaned it up really nice and gave him buck just for having to deal with that stuff. I remained there at the bar for a few more hours enjoying my time. I walked back to my car.
I guess you could say I stayed at the Hampton Inn. I used their bathroom and slept in their parking lot. It was a lot cheaper then your ordinary room I guess. I woke up at about 0800 to get my self over to this sales thing I had to go to. It took some motivating but free breakfast and a free dinner was enough to get me going. I walked into the place and it was as you expected, sales people everywhere all warm and smiling. Whatever...only 90 mins. News must of spread real quick as to what my occupation was as I had a lot of sales people coming up and saying hey, thank you I smiled and nodded but whatever, we won't go into that. They were also prodding to make sure I was making enough money to be there because u had to have an income of $50,000 or more to attend. Some how they figure that an E-4 or E-5 in the army makes enough so I fit onto that scale. I am sure its just another company or ploy looking to screw soldiers. Lots of business in America and a lot of people in America are out making their money that way. A lot of young kids with more money then their peers and a guaranteed steady paycheck, but less brains on how to use their money, I guess means open game for the vulchers to come out and feed the young ones lies. Any case I sat, did my thing, and listened.
They were sure to mention me during the sales meeting to the small crowd of generally elderly people that were with me at this thing. I only say this because it paid off, I got a sincere and very neat thank you. There was an old couple their about to celebrate their 65th wedding anniversary. The husband and old WWII vet, and wife that remanded me of Marie Calenders. Older plump and happy with rosy checks. She came over with watery eyes and gave me a great big hug and said she was truly happy I was home, her husband gave me a firm hand shake and said "thanks, from one vet to another." Those men of World War II I don't even compare to or with. It was to big of a misstatement to categorize me with them but it was at the same time an honor hearing it.
After I denied signing up I was handed my $65.00 cash, about $20.00 an hour wages for my time. I never heard another thank you from a sales rep after that. I can understand the sales aspect but don't thank me for my service because its part of your sales pitch. That is something you either give a fuck about and are sincere about or not. You can flatter me over some other piddly life crap and that's to be expected. You blow off my 27 months I spent in Iraq like its something you wipe your ass with and well u and me don't see eye to eye. Don't patronize me I guess. Any case I got my money and was headed to Charleston S.C.
I walked around the bar area of myrtle beach looking for some good music and an a good environment to sit down and drink a little. I found this place called dueling pianos. I had to go and check it out. It was awesome. Made friends with the bartender got about $16.00 in free shots and just sipped on my new favorite beer, yuengling, all night. I had noticed a small electric drum kit on stage with the piano guys so I had to throw in my request on a napkin to allow me to play the drums. Basically did that three times throughout the night never once got to play...Oh well it was worth the shot. The bathroom there was awesome and you could get a shave or a damn near spa treatment pedicure from all the crap that was on the counter. Pretty high class for a bar. I didn't tip the guy just for taking a piss but after I went and chucked in the toilet I cleaned it up really nice and gave him buck just for having to deal with that stuff. I remained there at the bar for a few more hours enjoying my time. I walked back to my car.
I guess you could say I stayed at the Hampton Inn. I used their bathroom and slept in their parking lot. It was a lot cheaper then your ordinary room I guess. I woke up at about 0800 to get my self over to this sales thing I had to go to. It took some motivating but free breakfast and a free dinner was enough to get me going. I walked into the place and it was as you expected, sales people everywhere all warm and smiling. Whatever...only 90 mins. News must of spread real quick as to what my occupation was as I had a lot of sales people coming up and saying hey, thank you I smiled and nodded but whatever, we won't go into that. They were also prodding to make sure I was making enough money to be there because u had to have an income of $50,000 or more to attend. Some how they figure that an E-4 or E-5 in the army makes enough so I fit onto that scale. I am sure its just another company or ploy looking to screw soldiers. Lots of business in America and a lot of people in America are out making their money that way. A lot of young kids with more money then their peers and a guaranteed steady paycheck, but less brains on how to use their money, I guess means open game for the vulchers to come out and feed the young ones lies. Any case I sat, did my thing, and listened.
They were sure to mention me during the sales meeting to the small crowd of generally elderly people that were with me at this thing. I only say this because it paid off, I got a sincere and very neat thank you. There was an old couple their about to celebrate their 65th wedding anniversary. The husband and old WWII vet, and wife that remanded me of Marie Calenders. Older plump and happy with rosy checks. She came over with watery eyes and gave me a great big hug and said she was truly happy I was home, her husband gave me a firm hand shake and said "thanks, from one vet to another." Those men of World War II I don't even compare to or with. It was to big of a misstatement to categorize me with them but it was at the same time an honor hearing it.
After I denied signing up I was handed my $65.00 cash, about $20.00 an hour wages for my time. I never heard another thank you from a sales rep after that. I can understand the sales aspect but don't thank me for my service because its part of your sales pitch. That is something you either give a fuck about and are sincere about or not. You can flatter me over some other piddly life crap and that's to be expected. You blow off my 27 months I spent in Iraq like its something you wipe your ass with and well u and me don't see eye to eye. Don't patronize me I guess. Any case I got my money and was headed to Charleston S.C.
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