As a bartender, I almost never allow my customers to see my frustration or annoyance with them. However, not all of us have self control, and we have all felt like slapping some of the idiots out there. If you’ve bellied up to a bar and found yourself in one of the situations below, then I can almost guarantee you that your bartender wanted to throw a shot glass at your forehead. Well, maybe not but at least his “jackass” alert was triggered.
1. Order one drink at a time for your party of six. Come on, really? Ask your friends what they want before the bartender gets to you. If he see’s you turn around to ask them, he’ll move on to the next customer.
2. Snap your fingers, yell “Hey!”, whistle, or shake your glass at the bartender. Guess what, now you’ll be waiting longer than if you had waited patiently. If the bar is packed, then he is making drinks for people who were there before you. He heard your jingles, but now he’s gonna ignore you completely.3. Glare at the bartender because you’ve been waiting for all of 2 minutes, then not know what the hell you want when he gets to you. This one pretty much makes you a certified asshole.
4. Act insulted when the bartender asks for your friends ID, but not yours. Get over it, you look old enough, grandma.
5. Bitch about the prices of the drinks. Look, the prices aren’t going to magically change because you’re complaining. If you’re broke then you shouldn’t be spending money on alcohol, keep your tight ass home.
6. Order drinks at the bar then go to your dinner table without paying. Yeah, we can transfer it to your dinner tab, but ask the bartender first. Bar tabs and dinner tabs are separate. How often do you go to the grocery store, shop for your stuff then walk out the front door without paying, expecting the cashier to walk through town looking for you, then bill you?
7. Ask for more liquor in your “weak” drink. If you’re a raging alcoholic, the bar doesn’t have to support your habit. Putting “extra” liquor in your drink costs the bar money. Ask for a double, pay for it, and shut the hell up.







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