So I'm at my regular bar, (it's my Cheers) I go up to get a drink and pray my favourite bartender serves me when I see a look of disgust on her face.
Some jerk in a cowboy hat is trying to drunkenly apologize to her.
I hear this:
Guy: Sorry, sorry, it's just that... I'm from Calgary and that's how we get people's attention.
Awesome bartender who wins at life: Uh huh. That's fine.
Apparently he did "the wave" to get her attention. You know, that shitty SC "Over here, servant!" wave.
Me: Did you try to wave her down?
Guy: Yeah but... that's how we do it in Calgary.
Me: Does this look like Calgary to you?
Guy: No but-
Me: Have fun drinking watery drinks all night.
I walk away.
Yeah, I'm going to stick up for staff there. They all work their asses off and do a damn good job of serving a packed bar every single night.
This past Friday I "accidentally" bumped into someone and spilled his drink after I watched him be an SC to one of the bartenders over a drink then throw the lime garnish on the bar like a tantrum-ing baby. The look on the bartender's face when he threw the garnish was nothing short of, "I will snatch the life right out of you."
Later I'm back for another drink and the bar is pretty busy. The only spot is next to this guy once more. He's leaning far on the bar with his money sticking out, indicating to me that he's been there for quite some time waiting to be served.
I walk over, Awesome Bartender Who Wins At Life gives the "The usual?" gesture, I nod, say, "Yes, please," then have this conversation.
Guy: Please? What the fuck are you saying please for?
Me: Because that's how functional human beings behave.
Guy: You don't have to say please. This is a bar.
By this time my drink has been handed to me and ABWWAL is getting my change.
Me: Notice anything?
Guy: What?
Me: You've been standing up here forever trying to get served, I walk up to a jam-packed bar and in two seconds I already have my drink. That's what please gets you, asshole.
I turn to walk away, am stopped by a friend and point this guy out to her (I had mentioned "the wave" to people, as this bar has a lot of regulars and everyone, including staff, pretty much knows one another) and we stand and watch to see how long it would take him to get served.
It took so long that eventually we just gave up.
Yeah, that's what please gets you, fuck face.
Some jerk in a cowboy hat is trying to drunkenly apologize to her.
I hear this:
Guy: Sorry, sorry, it's just that... I'm from Calgary and that's how we get people's attention.
Awesome bartender who wins at life: Uh huh. That's fine.
Apparently he did "the wave" to get her attention. You know, that shitty SC "Over here, servant!" wave.
Me: Did you try to wave her down?
Guy: Yeah but... that's how we do it in Calgary.
Me: Does this look like Calgary to you?
Guy: No but-
Me: Have fun drinking watery drinks all night.
I walk away.
Yeah, I'm going to stick up for staff there. They all work their asses off and do a damn good job of serving a packed bar every single night.
This past Friday I "accidentally" bumped into someone and spilled his drink after I watched him be an SC to one of the bartenders over a drink then throw the lime garnish on the bar like a tantrum-ing baby. The look on the bartender's face when he threw the garnish was nothing short of, "I will snatch the life right out of you."
Later I'm back for another drink and the bar is pretty busy. The only spot is next to this guy once more. He's leaning far on the bar with his money sticking out, indicating to me that he's been there for quite some time waiting to be served.
I walk over, Awesome Bartender Who Wins At Life gives the "The usual?" gesture, I nod, say, "Yes, please," then have this conversation.
Guy: Please? What the fuck are you saying please for?
Me: Because that's how functional human beings behave.
Guy: You don't have to say please. This is a bar.
By this time my drink has been handed to me and ABWWAL is getting my change.
Me: Notice anything?
Guy: What?
Me: You've been standing up here forever trying to get served, I walk up to a jam-packed bar and in two seconds I already have my drink. That's what please gets you, asshole.
I turn to walk away, am stopped by a friend and point this guy out to her (I had mentioned "the wave" to people, as this bar has a lot of regulars and everyone, including staff, pretty much knows one another) and we stand and watch to see how long it would take him to get served.
It took so long that eventually we just gave up.
Yeah, that's what please gets you, fuck face.
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