This past weekend was alright, surprisingly. With a couple of exceptions, as always...
The Suit
It's extremely rare when we have a customer that looks like an extra in a mafia movie, but we had one last night, and he looked like he was barely in college. I don't know why he decided to dress up like a member of the Corleone family, but you'd think with all the pockets that thing had, one of them would have his ID. (Yeah, I know...) Long story short: I card him, he doesn't have it, I don't let him in without it, he tries T's door, he gets the same thing. Eventually he took off, and his friends left shortly after.
GK! I think I found one of your callers! Permission to kill?!
Something very, very odd happened half an hour before closing last night. We had someone sneak a beer into the bar instead of trying to sneak one out like we usually do. I took a look at the bottle as he was leaving with it, and sure enough, it was a brand we don't carry. Hoptoberfest, I think it was called. Naturally, I was curious.
Me: Can I take a look at that bottle?
SC: Yeah, sure.
SC turns the label towards me and I see the name.
Me: Hmm. That's not one of our stock... where'd you get that?
SC: ...uh... it's from Belgium.
Aw, shit, here we go.
Me: I can see that. But what store carries that brand? I want to try it one of these days.
SC: It's from Belgium. You wanna try it?
Me: Nah, I can't drink on shift. I just want to know what store carries it.
SC: ...uh... Belgium?
If SC's in college, I'm going to avoid that campus at all costs, I swear to Christ.
Me: Eh, I'll just look for it. You guys take care.
SC: 'K.
And that's not all, folks. We've got a new bartender, and I'm going to jump over to COC to tell you guys all about her. Yeah, she's that horrible.
The Suit
It's extremely rare when we have a customer that looks like an extra in a mafia movie, but we had one last night, and he looked like he was barely in college. I don't know why he decided to dress up like a member of the Corleone family, but you'd think with all the pockets that thing had, one of them would have his ID. (Yeah, I know...) Long story short: I card him, he doesn't have it, I don't let him in without it, he tries T's door, he gets the same thing. Eventually he took off, and his friends left shortly after.
GK! I think I found one of your callers! Permission to kill?!
Something very, very odd happened half an hour before closing last night. We had someone sneak a beer into the bar instead of trying to sneak one out like we usually do. I took a look at the bottle as he was leaving with it, and sure enough, it was a brand we don't carry. Hoptoberfest, I think it was called. Naturally, I was curious.
Me: Can I take a look at that bottle?
SC: Yeah, sure.
SC turns the label towards me and I see the name.
Me: Hmm. That's not one of our stock... where'd you get that?
SC: ...uh... it's from Belgium.
Aw, shit, here we go.
Me: I can see that. But what store carries that brand? I want to try it one of these days.
SC: It's from Belgium. You wanna try it?
Me: Nah, I can't drink on shift. I just want to know what store carries it.
SC: ...uh... Belgium?
If SC's in college, I'm going to avoid that campus at all costs, I swear to Christ.
Me: Eh, I'll just look for it. You guys take care.
SC: 'K.
And that's not all, folks. We've got a new bartender, and I'm going to jump over to COC to tell you guys all about her. Yeah, she's that horrible.
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