Middle Aged Lady Gets Thrown Out

Another day, another horror story of someone getting kicked out of the bar….


So a few weeks ago during a busy happy hour time at the bar, a well dressed middle-aged woman sits down mid-bar.  As usual, I roll up to the scene and proceed to hand her a drink menu. The following shenanigans ensue:

[Me] Hi! How are you?

[Lady] Can you charge my cell phone? (no responsive greeting)

[Me] Sure.  Can I get you anything from the bar?

[Lady] Some water.  Just charge my cell phone (sliding an iPhone my way)

[Me] Ok.  Can I have your charger please?

[Lady] What??? You offer to charge my cell phone and you don't have a charger (giving me an Oh God 360 and mouth snap)

[Me] Look. Firstly, you've got to order something if you're sitting at the bar.  Secondly, NO, I did not think to myself I need to ensure that I have your brand of cell phone charger when I left my house today. What would you like to do?

[Lady] I want you to charge my cell phone and I want water now!

[Me] (grabbing the menus back and pushing her phone back towards her) You have to go now. Leave!

[Lady] (proceeds to go complain to the manager)





This is a 100% true story and one of many ridiculous human behavior episodes.  The bar unfortunately provides endless fodder for this type of stupidity.


 



 

 

Beating Stereotypes, Ma Brotha…

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As mentioned in previous articles, stereotypes unfortunately exist for a reason, right or wrong.  People are human and as such quite often identify with people who look, eat, breath, speak, walk and think like them. That’s not the case 100% of the time obviously but looking back on human evolution and behavior, it would be idiotic not to think that does happen pretty regularly.   Stereotypes + alcohol + money = elevated, accentuated, and often comical prejudice sometimes despite what people think or how both patrons and employees present themselves.  What goes on in peoples’ minds are sometimes but not always manifested in their actions.  

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Two Hot Girls and Entitlement

One of last night's more interesting interactions….


Me: Hey! How are you?  What can I get for you [handing drink menus, bevnaps and smiling on during an extremely busy happy hour rush]
Two Hot Girls: Can we just get some water?
Me: Sure.  Can I get you anything else [as I hand them water knowing full well what is about to ensue]?
THG: Not right now
Me: [5 minutes later] Hi again! Would you like anything from the menu?
THG: We're good with just water
Me: Sure. Anything else?
THG: Nah.  
Me: I'm sorry, but you'll have to order something to be able to sit at the bar.  There are folks customers looking for seats.
THG: Are we that annoying to you?
Me: Look, it's a really busy night and you can't simply take up 2 bar stools.  If you'd like to stay, please order something…
THG: But we're girls [giggling]. We just want to hang out
Me: I don't care if you're girls, guys, lizards, from Venus or Pluto.  I need you to either order or get the fuck out – now.
THG: [looking confused and insulted. 1 minute later casually unglue themselves from their stools and leave]


Now normally, if customers pull this crap and (1) the bar is not busy (2) they offer a reasonable excuse such as waiting for their boyfried/girlfriend or (3) some way, somehow they can attract business [e.g., they're hot], I will often tolerate them for a good while until one of the conditions above have changed.  These two were in another realm of entitlement entirely.  Unfortunately, this type of situation and uncomfortable ensuing confrontation happens quite a bit I'm sad to say – a sad commentary on etiquette, entitlement and just downright lack of class.  

Many, many hot girls in New York have disproportional Big Head Syndrome.  The reason is that us guys have enabled them for their entire adult lives.  

This is one of those things that enrages me inside and ruins my mood for following half-an-hour or so.  As the years have gone on and this experience has repeated itself more times than I care to deal with, I have tended to brush it off much easier than in the past.  My exterior and demeanor with ensuing customers would never let on that I'm severely pissed.