The walk of shame

       Owning your own restaurant you are all ways trying to come up with different ways to get your name out there. Usually trying not to spend a butt load of money on advertising, word of mouth is the best way. It takes some time for it to work and it can go either way. If you have that special niche the word will spread fast. If your an asshole and you piss people off daily the word will spread fast as well. Red Hot Tomatoes was no exception. By day a sweet little sandwich shop, but by night the blinds would shut and the door would lock. Only those in the food and beverage industry were aloud to have a key. Drinking, gambling and great conversation was the norm for the club. Every once in a while, more times than not, a patron would drink a little to much and stay a little to late. When they would go to leave, they would open the door then quickly shut the door and say "holy shit the suns up. Now what do I do?" Knowing that the hustle and bustle of people going to work or school was just on the other side of that door. I'd say "you got five bucks?" and I would bust out the box of neon pink or green sunglasses that had Red Hot Tomatoes written down the sides. A walk of shame is born. The poor drunk patron places the ugly sunglasses on and becomes, so he thinks, invisible. but in reality he sticks out lick a sore thumb as he stumbles out the door and heads to his destination. We have all seen this guy, thank god we were never him.   ; )