I was just getting her set up when Crabs come around to tell me I was wanted in the office.
There was a new fella behind the desk, a kid. He told me Butler Amusements was taking me off the wheel and putting me on the kiddie-boats. There had been complaints, he said. I should consider myself on probation, he said.
I been with this outfit on and off for twenty-three years, summer and winter. Hell, I was here before Butler was Butler, just a tin-horn operation of three or four carneys.
Back then, everybody drank on the job some.