Day 31 - A booming voice?

As I pulled into the parking garage today, she was standing there, and she looked pissed off more than ever...that's right folks, it was the lady who accepts tips.

I was ready to just snap on her for her stupid comment before...but luckily for her, she was exceptionally rude and didn't say a single word to me...in fact, she didn't even look at me! I called off the air strike and pulled the guns back and yelled out "hold your fire"...today was not her day to get an earful from me...

As I mentioned in my previous blog, the food vendors that were in Commissary 240 were causing plenty of chaos tonight. I've never seen so many kids...act...like...kids...they were fighting over who got to have a cotton-candy pole, who was going to sell peanuts since there were only a few peanut buttons and you can't sell an item without a button.

I decided to take matters into my own hands...because like I mentioned last night, I was not wanting to be thrown off my balance without a bag of nuts over my shoulder. So I went to another commissary and got a peanut button so I could at least have something over my shoulder to help me catch my balance. It might be more of a psychological thing, but I claim that even having two or three bags of peanuts in the bag, helps me catch my balance.

So I got to sell water, peanuts and beer.

I usually put my beer and water/soda on ice at least 30 minutes before going out into the stands....and with the heat index of 98...i decided to stay inside as long as possible while my beer is on ice.

While I was selling my first beers of the night, I noticed the coolness of my beer tub...I don't mean as in how it looked, but the temperature. It was like how you see steam rising up off of something...well it was so cold in my tub, when i lifted the lid from my beer, it was awesome!

I made a sale and typically after I finish a sale, I'll yell out my beer call from right there...the gentleman I just sold a beer to looks at me and says, "you have a very booming voice. impressive. do you practice that in front of the bathroom mirror?" I was shocked. The mute beer man finally got his voice back. I could tell I was projecting much better today. I assured him that I do not practice in front of the bathroom mirror...I practice in my car on my way to work....just kidding...or am I?

I didn't do that well tonight. No one did. The heat doesn't help either...I wouldn't have minded sweating off 5 pounds tonight if beer sales were better than what they were!

I had one guy ask me if I was sweating enough. I had sweat pouring down my face and dropping down onto the cardboard top of the case of beer in my beer tub. I wish they had air conditioned uniforms for us to wear!

Yeah for tomorrow's heat index of 105...wonder if I'll sweat off 5 more pounds?

Totals thus far:
49 Bottles of Water
56 Bags of Cracker Jacks
125 Bags of Peanuts
1717 Bottles of Beer