Extend the Story - Add a Room

You aren't gonna take this shit from these old crazies any longer. You slam your fists onto the table, getting the elderly couples attention.

"Get your filthy hands off the table busboy! You probably haven't washed your hands all night!"

"Listen to me you miserable, dried up cunt. I don't get paid dirt wages so I have to listen to batshit crazy, walking corpses like yourself, complain to me about everything under the sun! I bus tables. Thats it. And I don't appreciate being talked to like an asshole. If you do it again, I'm going to jam a razor blade into your dusty old turkey neck! We clear?"

The old woman stares at you wide eyed in terror. Her mouth is agape, breathing heavily. The husband looks just as shocked.

"I...I..I'm very very sorry sir." The old woman apologizes.

As you walk away, they quickly scramble out the door. Good, you think. These old people think they can say anything to anyone and get away with it. But not with you, you're putting your foot down! You finish the night bussing tables without any other incident. You punch out at around 11pm and have the whole night ahead of you. What to do...What to do.

Go hooker hunting