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At the waterfront bar, we had a doozy the other day. I have to state that this did not happen directly to me, but to a coworker, but it was so hilarious, I have to tell it anyway. It is the height of SCedness and asshattery, and any other cool made up words you can think of that would describe this behavior.
The setting: A waterfront open air bar on the docks, with live music and a no frills, fun, beer-drinking attitude. EVERYTHING is served on paper plates or in plastic cups. It was early afternoon, the bar was rocking, and the band was jamming.
The cast of characters:
SC: An older woman that thought she was more important than, well, everyone.
BLONDIE: My coworker who had to deal with this lady. Blondie has worked at this bar for about five years or so. Blondie is in her late 20's, and that day had a bit of a throat ailment, so her voice was hard to hear.
OSTON: Another coworker, relatively new to the bar. Boston is from New England, and has the accent and attitude to match. Does not have a problem being heard. Boston is in her 40's or so.
(SC approaches Blondie)
SC: I want a table.
BLONDIE: No problem. Just sit anywhere. (This bar has no hostess. First come, first serve.)
SC: I don't see any available tables.
BLONDIE: There are plenty of tables there (over to the side of the stage by the women's restroom) and back there (away from the stage by the dock, and in the back room).
SC: I don't want to sit way over there, and I certainly don't want to sit by the bathroom!
BLONDIE: Okay.....?
SC: I want to sit there! (indicates a table where people are already sitting)
BLONDIE: *blink blink* Um, there are people already sitting there.
SC: You don't understand. I am willing to pay good money for that table.
BLONDIE: But there are people already sitting there!
SC: Young lady, I want a good table, and I WILL pay good money for it!
BLONDIE: (voice starting to squeak) Ma'am, this is my first day, I am just training. I don't know what to tell you.
(At this point Boston approaches the situation with her no-nonsense attitude to bail Blondie out.)
BOSTON: (to SC) May I help you?
SC: I want that table.
BOSTON: Ma'am, there are people already sitting there. You can sit at any table that is empty, but we are NOT going to move people from a table just because you want to sit there!
SC: But I want that table, and I am willing to pay good money!
BOSTON: Then either you are going to have to wait for that table or you are going to have to offer that good money to those nice people who are already sitting there.
The SC waited.
The amusing things, at least to me, are:
--the woman apparently thought she was in some very high class joint, which this bar makes no pretensions of being.
--even a high class joint would not move people already seated to accomodate a demanding hag like this.
--Though she kept going on about being willing to spend good money, she never once actually offered any money to Blondie or Boston to meet her unreasonable desires. All she offered them was attitude and a sense of entitlement.
Wrong freakin' bar, lady!
EDITED TO ADD: At the very same bar last night, saw a friend of mine wearing a t-shirt with a message all of us here at CS.com would appreciate: "Why can't ignorance be painful?" He said he had an extra t-shirt just like that one and would give it to me. Yay!
The setting: A waterfront open air bar on the docks, with live music and a no frills, fun, beer-drinking attitude. EVERYTHING is served on paper plates or in plastic cups. It was early afternoon, the bar was rocking, and the band was jamming.
The cast of characters:
SC: An older woman that thought she was more important than, well, everyone.
BLONDIE: My coworker who had to deal with this lady. Blondie has worked at this bar for about five years or so. Blondie is in her late 20's, and that day had a bit of a throat ailment, so her voice was hard to hear.
OSTON: Another coworker, relatively new to the bar. Boston is from New England, and has the accent and attitude to match. Does not have a problem being heard. Boston is in her 40's or so.
(SC approaches Blondie)
SC: I want a table.
BLONDIE: No problem. Just sit anywhere. (This bar has no hostess. First come, first serve.)
SC: I don't see any available tables.
BLONDIE: There are plenty of tables there (over to the side of the stage by the women's restroom) and back there (away from the stage by the dock, and in the back room).
SC: I don't want to sit way over there, and I certainly don't want to sit by the bathroom!
BLONDIE: Okay.....?
SC: I want to sit there! (indicates a table where people are already sitting)
BLONDIE: *blink blink* Um, there are people already sitting there.
SC: You don't understand. I am willing to pay good money for that table.
BLONDIE: But there are people already sitting there!
SC: Young lady, I want a good table, and I WILL pay good money for it!
BLONDIE: (voice starting to squeak) Ma'am, this is my first day, I am just training. I don't know what to tell you.
(At this point Boston approaches the situation with her no-nonsense attitude to bail Blondie out.)
BOSTON: (to SC) May I help you?
SC: I want that table.
BOSTON: Ma'am, there are people already sitting there. You can sit at any table that is empty, but we are NOT going to move people from a table just because you want to sit there!
SC: But I want that table, and I am willing to pay good money!
BOSTON: Then either you are going to have to wait for that table or you are going to have to offer that good money to those nice people who are already sitting there.
The SC waited.
The amusing things, at least to me, are:
--the woman apparently thought she was in some very high class joint, which this bar makes no pretensions of being.
--even a high class joint would not move people already seated to accomodate a demanding hag like this.
--Though she kept going on about being willing to spend good money, she never once actually offered any money to Blondie or Boston to meet her unreasonable desires. All she offered them was attitude and a sense of entitlement.
Wrong freakin' bar, lady!
EDITED TO ADD: At the very same bar last night, saw a friend of mine wearing a t-shirt with a message all of us here at CS.com would appreciate: "Why can't ignorance be painful?" He said he had an extra t-shirt just like that one and would give it to me. Yay!
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