I used to manage this restaurant.  I used to be there until 1,2, or 3 in the morning.  Walking a couple miles home at those hours was a pain in the ass. Especially since Portland is a wet, rainy city.  I quickly learned cabs would not come to my job because it was in “zone 1” (the hood).  The best chance of getting a cab is walking over the bridge to Old Town.  The first bar over the bridge was this roach infested “bear” bar.  I could get a cab there easily.  One night I got there and this big bear guy offered to just drive me home. Great! no cab fare!  We had to first swing by some disco-y gar bar up the block and get his friend (some really, really older man)  Upon arriving there I was ushered to the bathroom and was told to “put out” for the ride.  This shit was getting too complicated.  So I lifted up my shirt and the big bear and grandpa started sucking on each of my nipples……just as two of my employees come into the john to witness this spectacle.  I don’t usually get embarrassed, but this scene…I told them I was working a ride home and they just busted up laughing…and told all my other employees