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The Belligerent Drunk
I used to work at a liquor store part time and was remembering some of the SC's today, so I thought I'd share a quick story. It was a fairly easy job with not much else to do besides stock while I was on duty and the owners were nice enough to have working cable and internet available so I was always entertained. The only thing I really did not like about the job was the dirty, drunk guys that would come in sometimes multiple times a night, usually beginning at 6 in the evening. Although this was a regular occurence, there was one instance that stands out in my mind.
This particular incident was a few months before I quit. It was a quiet evening, not much was going on. The store was pretty slow and I was settling down in the chair to read a book. I saw a flash of headlights and looked up. I pulled myself up out of my seat and groaned, not too eagerly anticipating what the night might bring in. Luckily for me, as the door opened with a jingle made to alert me when I was in back stocking the cooler, my good friend J walked in. He would usually stop by on his way home from work, depending on what time he got done. We starting talking about my roommate, on whom he had a vicious crush, and were pretty involved in the conversation when another set of headlights flashed across the front windows of the store. This car pulled right up to the curb about 5 feet away from the entrance door. As J and I watched, the passenger side door flew open and the man inside nearly tumbled to the pavement. I recognized him as he had been in earlier that evening... we'll call him BD
. He managed to catch himself in the nick of time and pulled himself to his feet. The driver-side door then flew open and a man jumped out and ran to his friend's side, helping him walk to the front door. I looked at J and told him not to leave. He laughed and walked over to the chair I was so comfortably sitting in not too long ago and plopped himself down. We continued to stare in (almost) disbelief as the passenger of the car managed to find his grip on the door and swing it open, falling through the entrance, almost running directly into the shelves off to the left of him. I managed the most believable smile I could muster and said, "Good evening!" BD squinted at me and slurred something that I could not quite understand. This drew an apologetic look from his friend, the driver. I continued to smile and asked if I could help them find something while discreetly exchanging looks of annoyance with J. Driver said no and ran over to the Vodka section, grabbing a pint while keeping his eyes on the ever-teetering BD. BD, apparently forgetting why he was there, stumbled over to the counter and, leaning in until I could smell the alcohol on his breath, proceeded to ask me why I would not go out to dinner with him. I sort of laughed and shrugged my shoulders. Then I told him I had a boyfriend. He took this to mean that J was my boyfriend. He staggered over to J and drunkenly asked, "It dusn't bofer yew dat Uhm hittn' on her?" J, doing his best to keep a straight face, simply said, "No."
That, apparently, was not the correct answer as BD seemed to get angry. He proceeded to antagonize J saying, "Wut duz piz yew off tuff guy??"
J replied, "Oh not much. I'm a pretty easy going guy."
BD said, "Cummon tuff guy. Letz go. I culd take ya." At this point, Driver had paid for the Vodka and I had handed him his receipt and given him the look that told him he needed to get his friend OUTTA there!!! He grabbed his friends elbow and gently began to tug him towards the door. His friend violently threw his arm out of Driver's grasp and came back up to the counter. He leaned in, once again WAY too close, and asked me how much the bill was. I looked at him rather confused and said, "Your friend has already taken care of it."
"No, Uh need to pay fer dis."
Driver had made it up to the counter and said, "Hey, come on. I already paid for it. You can just pay me back, man."
BD looked around as though he was lost, his eyes finally settling on the Vodka. With his gaze trained on his treat, he followed Driver out the door. As soon as the door closed, J and I busted up laughing. No sooner than we calmed ourselves, Driver poked his head back in the door and apologized profusely. I shrugged it off and told him it was not a rare happening and it was, after all, a liquor store.
All I have to say after all of that is that I am glad BD was NOT driving!!!!!
This particular incident was a few months before I quit. It was a quiet evening, not much was going on. The store was pretty slow and I was settling down in the chair to read a book. I saw a flash of headlights and looked up. I pulled myself up out of my seat and groaned, not too eagerly anticipating what the night might bring in. Luckily for me, as the door opened with a jingle made to alert me when I was in back stocking the cooler, my good friend J walked in. He would usually stop by on his way home from work, depending on what time he got done. We starting talking about my roommate, on whom he had a vicious crush, and were pretty involved in the conversation when another set of headlights flashed across the front windows of the store. This car pulled right up to the curb about 5 feet away from the entrance door. As J and I watched, the passenger side door flew open and the man inside nearly tumbled to the pavement. I recognized him as he had been in earlier that evening... we'll call him BD
. He managed to catch himself in the nick of time and pulled himself to his feet. The driver-side door then flew open and a man jumped out and ran to his friend's side, helping him walk to the front door. I looked at J and told him not to leave. He laughed and walked over to the chair I was so comfortably sitting in not too long ago and plopped himself down. We continued to stare in (almost) disbelief as the passenger of the car managed to find his grip on the door and swing it open, falling through the entrance, almost running directly into the shelves off to the left of him. I managed the most believable smile I could muster and said, "Good evening!" BD squinted at me and slurred something that I could not quite understand. This drew an apologetic look from his friend, the driver. I continued to smile and asked if I could help them find something while discreetly exchanging looks of annoyance with J. Driver said no and ran over to the Vodka section, grabbing a pint while keeping his eyes on the ever-teetering BD. BD, apparently forgetting why he was there, stumbled over to the counter and, leaning in until I could smell the alcohol on his breath, proceeded to ask me why I would not go out to dinner with him. I sort of laughed and shrugged my shoulders. Then I told him I had a boyfriend. He took this to mean that J was my boyfriend. He staggered over to J and drunkenly asked, "It dusn't bofer yew dat Uhm hittn' on her?" J, doing his best to keep a straight face, simply said, "No."That, apparently, was not the correct answer as BD seemed to get angry. He proceeded to antagonize J saying, "Wut duz piz yew off tuff guy??"
J replied, "Oh not much. I'm a pretty easy going guy."
BD said, "Cummon tuff guy. Letz go. I culd take ya." At this point, Driver had paid for the Vodka and I had handed him his receipt and given him the look that told him he needed to get his friend OUTTA there!!! He grabbed his friends elbow and gently began to tug him towards the door. His friend violently threw his arm out of Driver's grasp and came back up to the counter. He leaned in, once again WAY too close, and asked me how much the bill was. I looked at him rather confused and said, "Your friend has already taken care of it."
"No, Uh need to pay fer dis."
Driver had made it up to the counter and said, "Hey, come on. I already paid for it. You can just pay me back, man."
BD looked around as though he was lost, his eyes finally settling on the Vodka. With his gaze trained on his treat, he followed Driver out the door. As soon as the door closed, J and I busted up laughing. No sooner than we calmed ourselves, Driver poked his head back in the door and apologized profusely. I shrugged it off and told him it was not a rare happening and it was, after all, a liquor store.
All I have to say after all of that is that I am glad BD was NOT driving!!!!!
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