This weekend there is one of my towns biggest events...an antique car show. And of course, I work at the only resturant within probably a good five miles that serves, so needless to say, we get our asses kicked by said car shows patrons, the suckiest part is that in this 20 to 30 thousand people who come through this small podunk town, the half that come to my resturant don't spend money...fortunately, in two weeks the good car show comes through, and those people know how to have a good time...P.S. not really my resturant...yet! 