wickedflea | (no subject)

At one of the GWAR shows I went to in New Orleans back in '93 or '94, I made the mistake of going into the bathroom. As soon as I walked in, I found vomit ALL OVER the place. And it wasn't like it was one guy responsible for all of it, 'cuz it was in all the stalls and everywhere. I don't know if people got grossed out by all the onstage beheadings, or if they got sick from moshing too hard, or if they drank too much draft beer, but it was FOUL up in there. I really had to watch my step so I wouldn't slip in the muck.

So yeah, that was disgusting but slightly amusing. The really funny part was that a bathroom attendant was in there, complete with bow tie and the whole deal, handing out towels and breath mints. Do you think he got any tips that night? I felt like saying, "Hey Fosgood, if you really want a tip, how 'bout cleaning up some of this PUKE I'm slipping and sliding in?!?"

Now that I look back on it, I probably should have given him something, if only because he had one of the world's shittiest jobs. It must be a curious career trajectory that leads a person to pumping hand soap for tips at a GWAR show.