Man Iv'e told this story before (it's all true). When I worked 20 years ago at another garage (Parkview) we used to stay late every Thursday and work on our cars. Drink (okay pound) a bunch of beer. Just have fun under the hood and under the cars. In other words passed out under them trying to look cool. Well one night...... I heard a knock on the front garage door. It was well after 9pm. So being real drunk we decided it wasn't smart to let in anyone who might not understand what was under foot. I looked out the peek hole for dropping keys and told the person we were closed. The person told me to open the door. I said sorry sir but we are closed. Again......Open the door right now. I looked through the small lower window by my legs because something was hitting the glass. I pictured in my beer socked mind a small man jumping and hitting the glass. So I opened the peek hole again and told the midget to go home. Go home midget I yelled. So the person went away.
The next day...... The boss explained how a police officer with a dog was told to leave and was refused entry. The midget who talked to me was the dog. I never saw the police man. He told the boss we might have been smoking drugs (not true). What he didn't see was me hitting the glass in front of his dog telling him to go back to the land of Oz. O my...... my bad.
