Biker bars have their slow times too.

One evening at our local biker/ druggie hangout there was a group of us sitting around a table looking for ways to amuse ourselves. One guy in our group, I'll call him Rodney, because that was his name, disappeared for a while. He came back with this big shit eating grin on his face and told us to sit back and watch the door to the women's restroom. So we did. And then watched some more. Nothing happened.

Finally we got him to let us in on the big secret. "A while ago when I left I took the salt shaker and went in the ladies room, and drew two lines of salt on the back of the toilet tank: he informed us "it looks just like coke in the dim light". "Well, why didn't you say so!" everyone agreed; it was much more fun now that we knew what we were looking for. Bear in mind that for many drug addicts taking a hit off of a dirty bar restroom toilet really does not matter, if the goods are free.

Rodney started up this game show announcer spiel, commenting on the approach of any female towards the restroom. Several came and went with not results. Finally, one girl, a known coke head, entered the restroom. "Annnd we have another contestant! Could this be the one we have been waiting for?"

The girl came out of the restroom, all excited looking, and motioned to her friend to come quickly before popping back in.

"We have a winner! Will she collect the all expenses paid trip to Puerto Vallarta?"

There eas dead silence for a minute or two, and then suddenly the door to the ladies room burst open and hit the wall, followed by a running red faced wailing chick holding her face with tears streaming down her cheeks. her friend followed her out, looking furious. "The bitch did it all! She didn't save me ANY!"

we tried explaining to her that it didn't matter, it was salt, but the half drunk angry girl wouldn't hear what we were trying to explain. All she kept repeating over and over was "she didn't save ME any!"