So this particular night was somewhat a busy night and people were getting there drink-on. There was this couple Ben and Lia who sat right in front of my well (area where bartenders make drinks) and were from some foreign country. I could barely understand their orders but I tried. They seem to be pretty cool. Tips were pretty decent each round and they were drinking pretty heavy. They also had a friend Carey, which from the looks was a friend of the Lia. Carey was mainly talking to the Lia and Ben was the one forking over the money to pay for the drinks.
Common practice, especially if your lady has a friend the guy always offers to get a couple of drinks to be courteous to his lady's friend. Well this cat was being overly courteous, meaning getting every round and drink for this "friend." Some guys got it like that as far as being able to pay, and this particular guy had no problem. He paid cash for all the rounds with crisp 20's.
It was all good until the Lia's friends came to the bar. And Lia was so annoying, screamed from the top of her lungs, like every other 2 minutes. Of course everyone was introduced to the couple Ben and Lia and Carey's friends. Within this group of friends were 3 other girls and 2 other guys. They started to converse and then one of the women in the group of friends started to order drinks for the whole group. So I made the order and the total came out to $42.
"Put it on his tab," she said reffering to Ben. "He doesn't have a tab," I replied.
She looked baffled like something was terribly wrong or something. It was pretty hilarious actually in my opinion. Let me break it down to you folk what just happened. Carey who was friends with this couple Ben and Lia told her friends that her Lia's boyfriend or husband bought all her drinks so he'll buy all your's too. So this Carey's girl-friend ordered for the whole group thinking it would be paid for by Ben.
I turned to Ben and said "$42 bro." He said, "I'm not paying for that round." Carey's friends and Ben exchanged some words Carey's friend then got mad at Ben calling him a dick. The nerve of this chick! She should have never assumed that Ben would be paying for her drinks just cause he paid for Carey's. In the end I got the money for the drinks from this chick who seemed so upset and embarrased I suppose. People don't try to score free drinks by piggybacking off someone else's tab or friends.
Thursday, February 19, 2009
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
How to Get Served
Mark walks into a bar. Door man gives him a frisk and checks his I.D. Mark is 33 years old; he’s pissed off. He door man asks him to take his baseball cap with the marijuana leaf off; there’s no head gear inside the bar. Once inside he scopes the scene and puts the hat back on sideways, but no eyes turn his way. The DJ beat drones but his head nods to every two and a half drops. The five sprays of cologne he shot before he left his house is giving him a head ache. Mark thinks about making the walk but there’s a large party in front of him and he can‘t see a way to push through. He eyes the bar for a clearance; none. He waits behind a young lady bouncing to the right drop. He stops.
“Ay yo!” He says and snaps his fingers at the bartender for clarification; no response. He leans up on the bar sideways, displacing the young lady waiting for her drink. She holds her breath and gives him room. “Yo baby girl!” he says rapping his knuckles on the counter. No response. “Damn!” he says aloud, “what kind of place is this?” Patrons eye him askance but he pays no mind. Mark knows the magic key so he reaches into his pocket, pulls a wad of twenty dollar bills out, rolled inside a rubber band, and bounces it on the bar. No response.
Five minutes later, after every other patron is served, the bartender finally looks his way. “Ay can I get a uh – “The bartender waits. “How much your Patron?” Nine dollars the bartender tells him. “Damn! What?” The bartender waits. “Okay so let me get a Cazadores.” Nine dollars the bartender repeats, holding up five fingers in one hand and four in the other. “Damn! What?” The bartender waits and there’s two people waiting at the end of the bar now. “Aight let me get a Jack ‘n coke” Mark lays out a twenty and takes thirteen back in change for a seven dollar drink. “Ay what‘s your name?” He asks the bartender. She tells him Julie and begins to walk away but Mark is slick so he grabs her hand and winks at her to come back. “Don’t grab at a bartender.” She says. “Oh my bad. I just wanted to say hi that’s all.” “Okay.” She says and begins to walk towards the waiting pair. “Damn.” Mark thinks, “What the hell did I do?”
If any of this sounds familiar to you, don’t ever go into a bar again.
“Ay yo!” He says and snaps his fingers at the bartender for clarification; no response. He leans up on the bar sideways, displacing the young lady waiting for her drink. She holds her breath and gives him room. “Yo baby girl!” he says rapping his knuckles on the counter. No response. “Damn!” he says aloud, “what kind of place is this?” Patrons eye him askance but he pays no mind. Mark knows the magic key so he reaches into his pocket, pulls a wad of twenty dollar bills out, rolled inside a rubber band, and bounces it on the bar. No response.
Five minutes later, after every other patron is served, the bartender finally looks his way. “Ay can I get a uh – “The bartender waits. “How much your Patron?” Nine dollars the bartender tells him. “Damn! What?” The bartender waits. “Okay so let me get a Cazadores.” Nine dollars the bartender repeats, holding up five fingers in one hand and four in the other. “Damn! What?” The bartender waits and there’s two people waiting at the end of the bar now. “Aight let me get a Jack ‘n coke” Mark lays out a twenty and takes thirteen back in change for a seven dollar drink. “Ay what‘s your name?” He asks the bartender. She tells him Julie and begins to walk away but Mark is slick so he grabs her hand and winks at her to come back. “Don’t grab at a bartender.” She says. “Oh my bad. I just wanted to say hi that’s all.” “Okay.” She says and begins to walk towards the waiting pair. “Damn.” Mark thinks, “What the hell did I do?”
If any of this sounds familiar to you, don’t ever go into a bar again.
Monday, February 16, 2009
"I don't wash my hair for 3 weeks cause I want it to feel greasy..."
So this shift was the most funniest starting-of-the-shift experience to date. I started off doing the shift-change (when bartenders relieve fellow bartenders) by switching out the till (cash register) and I see this behemoth of a man with an oversized blazer start yelling at my barback.
The guy says, "Why did you kick me out?! You see this ring, its worth more than you and this bar! I can buy whatever I want cause I got money like that! Next time I come in you better now be here! You see this jacket, I know its oversized and doesn't fit me right but I bought it just cause I like the buttons! And my hair, its straight and slick. I don't wash my hair for 3 weeks cause I want it to feel greasy! I don't want you be here next time I come in!"
Let me break it down to you folks on how this character looked like: straight greasy hair, rings with diamonds encrusted on every finger of his right hand (looked all fake), white linen pants, crusty white sneakers and an oversized black blazer. The guy looked like he was going through some stuff. I couldn't help but to laugh! I thought he was going to be a problem but after hearing those comments I thought, he's crazy. My cool barback just kept answering him as he was ranting, "I'll be here the next time you come in." Wow what a way to start the shift off.
And the funny thing was that all the 7 people that were at the bar looked at each other like, wow that dude was crazy and busted out laughing. I love my job behind the bar with characters like that.
Friday, February 13, 2009
"Yo, you hit like a BITCH!"
It was closing time and people were starting to clear out the bar when I hear some words being exchanged right in front of my well. I looked over and see my bar-back (a person working behind the bar whose sole purpose is to assist the bartender and who DOESN'T MAKE DRINKS!) being held back by some patrons that I had served. From the look on my bar-back's face he seemed as if he was really upset about something. I looked over and seen this customer with another upset look on his face. I'm thinking something went down and they got into an argument so I hop from behind the bar to see what was going down.
Apparently my bar-back had accidentally bumped this customer when he was doing his rounds picking up glassware and almost spilled his drink. Understand this folks, if my bar-back would have accidentally bumped this guys drink, causing it to spill, he would have first; apologized politely, second; clean the mess up; and lastly offer to get a new drink.
Of course any cool, understanding person would have accepted the apology and the new drink, but this particular "bonehead" of a customer decided to start mouthing off and proceeded to act like a total dick! A person can only take so much and be so nice. My bar-back after apologizing politely, reminded the bonehead, "I work here bro! And there would be no hassle getting you a new drink." This was the interesting part, after my bar-back said that the bonehead's dumb friend goes and sucker punches my bar-back in the head!
Wow! For real!
My bar-back gets knocked back and firmly says, "Yo, you hit like a BITCH!" Without returning any blows my bar-back calmly eases his temper and steps away from the guy. And that's where I came in with back-up security. I told my bar-back to leave the scene and get some air. Come to find out these 3 guys were from out of town and starting a fight with an employee who works at a neighborhood bar. C'mon, the regulars that patronize there would have stomped these guys out. Another stupid fight avoided. Folks don't be dumb at the bar because you really don't know what you can get yourselves into.
Apparently my bar-back had accidentally bumped this customer when he was doing his rounds picking up glassware and almost spilled his drink. Understand this folks, if my bar-back would have accidentally bumped this guys drink, causing it to spill, he would have first; apologized politely, second; clean the mess up; and lastly offer to get a new drink.
Of course any cool, understanding person would have accepted the apology and the new drink, but this particular "bonehead" of a customer decided to start mouthing off and proceeded to act like a total dick! A person can only take so much and be so nice. My bar-back after apologizing politely, reminded the bonehead, "I work here bro! And there would be no hassle getting you a new drink." This was the interesting part, after my bar-back said that the bonehead's dumb friend goes and sucker punches my bar-back in the head!
Wow! For real!
My bar-back gets knocked back and firmly says, "Yo, you hit like a BITCH!" Without returning any blows my bar-back calmly eases his temper and steps away from the guy. And that's where I came in with back-up security. I told my bar-back to leave the scene and get some air. Come to find out these 3 guys were from out of town and starting a fight with an employee who works at a neighborhood bar. C'mon, the regulars that patronize there would have stomped these guys out. Another stupid fight avoided. Folks don't be dumb at the bar because you really don't know what you can get yourselves into.
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