The Friday night after St. Patrick's Day. I think we all know how this goes... after 2 AM expect nothing but a shit show.
A woman comes to the desk at 2:30 AM and let's us know that her friend hit her head and they need to go to the hospital for stitches. Hit her head, you say? On the toilet, you say? This can only mean one thing... DRUNK!
"Mam, is your friend intoxicated?... Please don't just stare at me. I'm going to find out one way or another... Okay, well your crossed eyes aren't helping your case... You might want to stop swaying and laughing... never mind, I can smell her."
Intoxicated? Me thinks so! Case solved and our job is done.
It's 3 AM and the night is young. I may be back.