The board of health stopped by my house late today to review my application to operate a tavern / function hall out of my garage. Need to up my income you know. Gotta make this little club house / garage profitable. Everything went pretty well ....... up to a point. I had the properly posted sign. No one served without proper attire, shirt and shoes required. Covered. Checked electrical outlets ,GFI's, and water purity and water pressure. Covered. Got both 115 and 230 V, thanks Kevin! Checked for properly illuminated OPEN sign. OK there. Checked the supply of hand soap and protective rubber gloves. Got cases of rubber gloves. The wife likes clean hands when I hug her. OK there too. They asked to see a hair net for the food and beverage server. I pulled on my leather Snoopy style bomber cap. Got puzzled looks, they thought I was kidding around. Next the inspectors wanted to see my waste oil and grease recapturing system. I proudly waved my arm in the direction of my newly purchased telescoping crankcase oil change device under the 4 post lift. I'm thinking this is way too easy! Beverage chiller? Check! Got two of those babies naturally. Internet connection? Check! Phone line connection. Check. Security cameras? Oh I'm heavy there dudes! Got a welder, drill press and chop saw too madam and sir. Got more funny looks. Hey, it's a joke! I can just smell the money I'll be making now, I'm thinking Next the inspectors want to view the men's and ladies rest room. This is sooooo easy, I'm like giddy with excitement. I escort them to the side door and instruct them to follow the elaborate gravel path alongside the garage, warn them about ducking under the huge air comfort / climate control device the club members hung out the last window down back. I also cautioned them on being respectful of my hibiscus plants and newly planted tulip bulbs bordering the tinkle area. CASE CLOSED permit denied. I think maybe it was the lack of hand sanitizer and paper towels I should have nailed on the back OUTSIDE wall ????
Kidding of course. Had a crazy Christmas party out there last night, too much spirits. Not thinking rationally yet. Sorry everyone!
hahaha I think a hot rod, bar and grill would be great ! cool shop maybe two out houses in the back yard would help ?
Haha... no worries.. at first I thought you were serious. I'd roll up to your place, get drunk and trash it like a rock star in a bar. But hey, that's just me. j/k -Chris
I bought this story hook line and sinker. That is one *HELL* of a garage! Now, how do I get an invite to the private club?!?
Hahaha, Poor is right. You could fit my entire house inside his shop. Might get the shop dirty though. Nice setup, water must be a tad cold though, eh?
I'd go there for a draft. Looked like a bunkbed over the bench there. If so, it's the perfect place! Pete
Thats his living Room!!!!! ( To Clean for a shop) LOL!!! No that is tits I would love to have a place like that!!!
Does the bar maid wear a short skirt? I like the unisex toilet you got there. Could be fun. The grage I mean bar and dance floor look great. Cheers
I'm on. I too was kinda suckered in. Thats a great line. Come on over, have a brew and oil change. Quite the concept really. Probably too many "sleepers" though.
Mine turns into a bar every now and then.....cheap prices too, if you drink my garage beer, you just have to replace it....... I need better friends, I keep good beer in the fridge, and end the weekends with busch light.......the cheap bastards.....
The best part is the cheap beer in the 'fridge. The beer was free! Free Beer always makes a Christmas party in the garage a happy affair. Two 30 packs of Miller Light, about 2 weeks ago, got dropped off in the woods next to the house by some older legal age kids. They bought it for some minors and planted it under the leaves so the young kids could grab it after dark. Only problem was my wife & neighbor witnessed the stashing by the older kids. A short time after they sped down the hill my wife and my thirsty neighbor, Paul, liberated said supply of illegally purchased alcohol from the woods and lugged the stuff into my garage. Good neighbor, that he is, kept the hard stuff and the weed they found and my wife Mia stashed the two 30 packs away in our garage's fridge. So every Saturday now while club members wrench on our cars out there, this long cold winter, we thank those kids for taking such good care of their local hot rod club's needs.
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