Graduation Sunday. Two guys in polos come up to the door. Both were way too drunk to come in. I asked for their ID to see how their motor skills were. The guy in back was wobbling and falling asleep. I told them I couldn't let them in tonight and they said it was BS and called me a piece of ****. I agreed. He finally left.
They came back later and tried to sneak in. I busted them.
--Dave
