ugh! my happy hour story

DH and I got out of work at 4, but since it is vacation for the university and we live in a college town, the bars weren't open until 5. There was one we wanted to try but at 4 it wasn't open. So we go to another one we've been to before to have a drink first... DH come lunging at me all of a sudden and I see what he's going for. It's a roach. Ewwwwwwwwwww! I couldn't finish my drink. I told the waitress and she deducted our drinks from the tab. But we ate there before we found the roach. I feel grosssssssss!

Don't worry, it's nowhere in NY, it's in MD

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