Mr. Armstrong. No.
Mr. Hubert. I can understand that that would happen after you had gone through that firing and rehiring once or twice, but first of all when you got fired, it must have seemed odd to you to go back?
Mr. Armstrong. Well, the first time that it actually really happened was one night he fired me on Saturday night. It was a Saturday night and I usually had a ride on Saturday night because the last bus run at 1 o’clock, and if I didn’t catch that ride at 1:30, well, I would have to get a cab, which I can’t afford to get a cab. It is $1.65. He said something about staying a little late-something—I don’t know—it was a meeting, I think. He was always calling meetings.
Mr. Hubert. Meetings of whom?
Mr. Armstrong. Of waitresses.
Mr. Hubert. All right, go ahead.
Mr. Armstrong. And I said, “Well, I’ve got to catch my ride because I can’t spend cab fare, and you are not going to give me cab fare,” just like that, and I walked on out the door and he said, “Just don’t come back no more.” I said, “Okay,” and before I got downstairs, he had sent one of the girls downstairs to tell me that my week wasn’t up. It was on Saturday night—I worked during the day on Sunday to clean floors, and I worked during that day on Sunday 2½ hours cleaning the club up, and I said, “Well, okay, tell him okay, I’ll clean the club up tomorrow.” Just like that, and went on, because—I don’t know—you see, I understood Jack, and I knew what his reasons for sending her on down was—actually not to tell me to clean the floor up but to tell me I wasn’t really fired.
Mr. Hubert. That was the first time you had gotten fired?
Mr. Armstrong. That was the first time.
Mr. Hubert. Then, you came back the next day and cleaned the club?