- #9: Get the bartender’s attention with eye contact, CC or $$$ in hand and a smile.
- #10: Do not make eye contact with the bartender if you do not want a drink.
Antoine was the gentleman who went on TV and enthusiastically told a Huntsville criminal, during a TV interview, that he will be found for attacking his sister, Kelly Dodson.
*While rape is NOT a funny action, this spoof of a news cast is…
Why do people think wearing chancletas* to the bar is okay? I mean, even if it’s not ‘club night’ at the local watering hole chanx are for the beach, running to the bodega right quick, dancing in the street at block parties or, for Bohemian band members. *smirk*
*chancletas = A word for flip flops or other type of slip on, inexpensive sandal.
Being a Bartender like other blue collar Public Service positions, you see people you want to see and then, you see people you DON’T want to see.
Like your regulars who you not only like because they order good quality cocktails and tip well, but, they are actually refreshing to see week after week – after week. They acknowledge and respect you and look forward to seeing you just as much as you them.
Then, there are those you see who you have to carry on with your job as if they’re anyone else. But they’re not. For example, for the past 2 months a man has come into my bar once a week. But this man is different – about 12 years ago this man walked in on me being sexually assaulted. And stayed and watched.
He speaks to me as if I’ve forgotten this; he smiles and tries to shake my hand and smooze with me. I serve him and his cronies their drinks and he leaves his tip. He continues to try and speak to me but I’m not trying to hear anything this pendejo has to say except his drink order.
This piece of shit makes my skin crawl.
Spring is in the air; and while everyone is not a size 2; ladies… Please; wear your size; not your girlfriends size or what you THINK is her size but your own size. We are tired of seeing chicks come in here with stomachs bigger than their asses.
…That’s what cinchers and girdles are made for – it’s 2010, not the 60’s where all big girls had available to wear were ‘mu-mu’s’. The internet and Lane Bryant are made for You AND Me.
Please stop coming into my bar a gyrating all over the ignorant Black guys that you think are so wonderful with their bad attitudes, over sized night gown t-shirts and pocketful of sneaker money.
Just stop it. It’s not cute.
I want to take this time to say Thank You to my loyal patrons and customers who thoroughly enjoy my cocktails, talking with me, and coming into this establishment. It’s great to have an adult conversation with an adult and to see your smiling faces when you approach the bar for your favorite relaxing beverage (be it cocktail or mocktail) I appreciate you.
Now having said that; there are those times when the people who come through the door are the complete opposite.
Look, I get it. I was in my 20’s once; I’ve been there although not to the extent some of you take it.
It’s Friday or Saturday night; you’re with your buddies/girlfriends; and, it’s been a long week. Time to relax, get ripped or fucked up. Really, I get it.
I see you. I know you see that I see you. You’re here EVERY week but you’ve learned nothing. So let me give you a few hints NYU and UW-Madison college students that will make you better bar customers until you grow and learn how to handle your liquor…
Reflect on that…
…and I thought nothing was going to happen tonight worth writing about.
We love business. Any GOOD business. But; why do people come in at/near closing time, lolly-gagging, order a drink and proceed to nurse it for an hour?
I’m all for sipping good spirits but c’mon. I mean, really?
It’d be different if you were keeping me here and earning the bar AND I some ends – but no, the three (3) of you are just sitting here, laughing talking about some broad outside while I’m waiting to close up – there are other bars on the block open later. I just want you to know that.
I know it’s not your fault I have menstrual cramps but I do and I’d REALLY like to go home and that 25 minute train ride is gonna feel like 125 minutes the way I’m feeling right now for every second you all stay here.
Please leave so I can put up the damn bar stools and lock up.