Before my stories, I have to ask a question. Specifically, to the guy in the big bus that slowed down at the T intersection at which I was stopped at a stop sign, and then waved me to go....and then as I did so, started to drive, almost running me and my little truck over. My question is simply this: are you a completely incompetent driver, do you have multiple personalities that are in charge of driving, or are you a sociopath that just wants to cause my death?
For What It's Worth
So one of my customers tipped me with three $2 bills. Which, as some of you may know, I have a bit of an obsession with. And I said to the guy, "Oh, man...you're feeding the beast." And I showed him my collection of $2 bills in the zipper section of my wallet, which now numbers over 50. And he chuckled. And then, his wife chimed in....
WIFE: "You should save those. One day, they may be worth something."
JESTER: "They're worth something now."
WIFE: "Oh really? What are they worth?"
JESTER: "Two dollars."
At which point the husband started cracking up, and the wife just laughed her embarrassed laugh, realizing she had really stepped in it. I just laughed along with them and said to her, "Darlin', you can't make it that easy on me!"
Blame Canada
I was really busy on Friday. And by really busy, I mean slamming, ridiculous, balls to the wall, running for my life, insane busy. As in, we open at 11:00, and by 3:00 I had sold more than my Monday and Tuesday shifts combined.
So...one pair of customers ordered a pair of Guinnesses. I poured the Guinnesses, they drank the Guinnesses, they seemed to enjoy the Guinnesses (hey, who wouldn't enjoy the nectar of the gods?), and they asked for their bill. I proffered their bill, they paid with a credit card, and they left. All of this is very mundane and standard, right? Right.
Until I got to the point of actually looking at the credit card slip. Which was both insulting and funny, all at the same time.
Quick background: we pour 20 ounce Guinnesses, also sometimes referred to as Imperial Pints. We charge $6.50 for said 20 ounce draft Guinnesses, a pretty reasonable price when you consider that we are in Key West, Florida, which is not known for being a cheap place.
I say all this as a prelude so you can understand why I was taken aback by their credit slip. For the two 20 ounce draft Guinnesses, their bill was $13. On the slip, they had written a zero in on the tip line, written $13.00 in for their total, and signed it. But they felt the need to explain why they had not tipped me anything. I quote the note they added to the margin of the credit slip: "Thirteen dollars for two beers? Do you think this is Canada?"
Wait, what? Seriously?!?
Let's review their line of thinking.
1. Apparently Canada is expensive.
2. Apparently Key West is now cheap.
3. Apparently $13 for two 20 ounce draft Guinnesses is a ridiculous price.
4. And apparently, I, the bartender, have some input on what the beer prices are, so I should be punished for this.
I have paid far more than $6.50 for a MILLER LITE in Miami. Hell, forget other towns, I've seen higher prices in Key West. But I guess to these people, such fancy high dollar prices for a basic beer like, say, Guinness (generally considered a premium beer in every bar everywhere in this country) is just too much. And because of that, despite the fact that the bartender did his job, got the beers quickly and efficiently, even pouring them correctly (as not all bartenders pour Guinnesses correctly), ran the credit card quickly and efficiently, and did all this while running around to try to take care of the flood of customers he had, it is perfectly appropriate to not only NOT tip him, but to make a point of saying why not.
To this lovely couple I say, politely and efficiently....go fuck yourselves. And know that my entire staff had a good laugh at your idiocy, your ignorance, and your blatant cheapness. I hope you both choke on your next beers, and that you are in a place that is so cheap that they not only charge the prices you prefer, but that they only have staff on hand that is too stupid to know the Heimlich maneuver.
And to Canada I ask, what the hell did you guys do to piss these people off? I always thought you were a polite bunch. And I've never heard about your prices being exorbitant or anything. Did I miss a memo?
For What It's Worth
So one of my customers tipped me with three $2 bills. Which, as some of you may know, I have a bit of an obsession with. And I said to the guy, "Oh, man...you're feeding the beast." And I showed him my collection of $2 bills in the zipper section of my wallet, which now numbers over 50. And he chuckled. And then, his wife chimed in....
WIFE: "You should save those. One day, they may be worth something."
JESTER: "They're worth something now."
WIFE: "Oh really? What are they worth?"
JESTER: "Two dollars."
At which point the husband started cracking up, and the wife just laughed her embarrassed laugh, realizing she had really stepped in it. I just laughed along with them and said to her, "Darlin', you can't make it that easy on me!"
Blame Canada
I was really busy on Friday. And by really busy, I mean slamming, ridiculous, balls to the wall, running for my life, insane busy. As in, we open at 11:00, and by 3:00 I had sold more than my Monday and Tuesday shifts combined.
So...one pair of customers ordered a pair of Guinnesses. I poured the Guinnesses, they drank the Guinnesses, they seemed to enjoy the Guinnesses (hey, who wouldn't enjoy the nectar of the gods?), and they asked for their bill. I proffered their bill, they paid with a credit card, and they left. All of this is very mundane and standard, right? Right.
Until I got to the point of actually looking at the credit card slip. Which was both insulting and funny, all at the same time.
Quick background: we pour 20 ounce Guinnesses, also sometimes referred to as Imperial Pints. We charge $6.50 for said 20 ounce draft Guinnesses, a pretty reasonable price when you consider that we are in Key West, Florida, which is not known for being a cheap place.
I say all this as a prelude so you can understand why I was taken aback by their credit slip. For the two 20 ounce draft Guinnesses, their bill was $13. On the slip, they had written a zero in on the tip line, written $13.00 in for their total, and signed it. But they felt the need to explain why they had not tipped me anything. I quote the note they added to the margin of the credit slip: "Thirteen dollars for two beers? Do you think this is Canada?"
Wait, what? Seriously?!?
Let's review their line of thinking.
1. Apparently Canada is expensive.
2. Apparently Key West is now cheap.
3. Apparently $13 for two 20 ounce draft Guinnesses is a ridiculous price.
4. And apparently, I, the bartender, have some input on what the beer prices are, so I should be punished for this.
I have paid far more than $6.50 for a MILLER LITE in Miami. Hell, forget other towns, I've seen higher prices in Key West. But I guess to these people, such fancy high dollar prices for a basic beer like, say, Guinness (generally considered a premium beer in every bar everywhere in this country) is just too much. And because of that, despite the fact that the bartender did his job, got the beers quickly and efficiently, even pouring them correctly (as not all bartenders pour Guinnesses correctly), ran the credit card quickly and efficiently, and did all this while running around to try to take care of the flood of customers he had, it is perfectly appropriate to not only NOT tip him, but to make a point of saying why not.
To this lovely couple I say, politely and efficiently....go fuck yourselves. And know that my entire staff had a good laugh at your idiocy, your ignorance, and your blatant cheapness. I hope you both choke on your next beers, and that you are in a place that is so cheap that they not only charge the prices you prefer, but that they only have staff on hand that is too stupid to know the Heimlich maneuver.
And to Canada I ask, what the hell did you guys do to piss these people off? I always thought you were a polite bunch. And I've never heard about your prices being exorbitant or anything. Did I miss a memo?

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