Shampoo and Bear

Some of the stories that took place in the restaurant community before I arrived, believe me, are worth it. To my detriment, I didn't remember all of them, despite the fact that my boss can tell them perfectly, until we all burst out laughing. (He just stood behind my back, read only the title of this post, laughed, gave me a thumbs up and said: "Shampoo and Bear, good, you'll still do the chronicle of Uhříněves here.")

Well, let's get back to our story. Groups of regular customers come to us. Thanks to the nicknames my boss gave them to help us behind the bar, I can write without infringing any rights. People like Chief, Handsome, Chess player, Mr with monsters and last but not least Shampoo come here. You could never mistake Shampoo for Handsome. Handsome is a tall swarthy young man with deep blue eyes and a broad smile, and Shampoo is an imaginary Prince Beauty with wavy curls tightly combed into a hairstyle à la Grease, in tight dark trousers and rehearsed in front of the mirror with an absent mysterious expression, with which he tries to charm the local ladies.

And with this charm he cast a spell on my predecessor, a lady whom I have not personally met, so I cannot say whether her nickname Bear was justified. She was allegedly very inept at work. When she saw Shampoo, she kept telling her boss all day that she had to invite the boy for a drink, and the next day it happened. Shampoo threw away all his inhibitions and went with the young lady into the dark night when he picked her up after work.

On Sunday morning, the boss had to open the door himself, because there was no word of the waitress. After a long time, she came and justified her lateness by saying that she had been there all night to give a statement to the police. And so the boss listened to her story.

With Shampoo, they headed to the path that leads past a row of ponds and creates a beautiful setting for a romantic walk. They sat together on one of the benches and started kissing, when suddenly her drunken father walked by and called the police on Shampoo, claiming that he wanted to rape his daughter. "So I had to go to the police to explain that he didn't want to rape me, but that I wanted to rape him," she finished her story.

Shampoo didn't show up here for a long time, and when he finally came, I knew all the stories about him. He sat down at the bar with a smarmy briefcase when my boss greeted him with a question: "So you were accused of attempted rape," he said and burst out laughing. Shampoo turns red and says: "I don't understand, maybe you're making fun of me!" We told him about the incident that is circulating in all circles of Uhříněves. He looked at me: "Everyone here already knows about me? You dude! It wasn't like that at all!" Apparently, he agreed to the date, "When she had the courage to invite me", as he said. He escorted her home, she gave him a kiss, and he certainly didn't meet her father the entire evening. "I'm quitting charity, I'm telling you," he added at the end. "I'm done with charity."

The boss smiled at him and said: "Nobody here will believe this version anyway."