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I take everyone's coats and I hang them up. Later, I hand them back. Occasionally coats fall off the hanger and I put the coats back up on the hanger. When all the coats come in at once you just wonder, did I lose the ticket attached to the coat, and hopefully when you piece it together you realize that you didn't. To coat or not to coat, that is the question. Sometimes I'm bored. You sit there for like 5 minutes and watch people go to the bathroom. Sometimes you watch girls go into the boys bathroom. Sometimes you wanna tell them that it's the wrong one, but then you think that they might be a transsexual and then you don't wanna say anything. And when they come out you realize you could have said something but you didn't realize that they were just a girlish looking boy. Normally I'm pretty hateful, but I'm not really hateful when I do coat check. It's like everybody is my people... They give me their coats. People give me 5 dollar tips just for hanging up their coats sometimes. Tonight this guy just literally just walked up and tried to kiss me. Who the fuck are you? And then afterwards his friend tried to mack on me and tried to pretend that he didn't know what his friend had done, but I was like "I know your friend, he's the sucker punch kisser..." Fuck that bartending shit, girls should coat check. The bar should also deliver food down to me. Give me like, all the Doritos I could ever want. It would be fucking amazing. Catfish sandwiches from San Loco.