bartenderbaby

January has brought a bout of winter weather to the area that has been unmatched for the last 10 years. We have snow, below zero temperatures, and winds that are strong enough to knock the wind out of you. The perfect combination of elements to bring out all the snowmobilers in the area.

 There are dozens of these guys riding over the terrain and at the end of the day(light) they ride themselves up to the back door and stop in for an ice cold beverage. (The laws on recreational vehicles aren’t particularly enforced to the letter around here.) On nights like these, snowmobilers are the only customers I have because nobody else wants to brave the wind chill for a beer. (Not that I can blame them.)

In walks 10 wind beaten, snow covered, tired and thirsty little riders. They all order the same kind of tall draft beers. As I scramble around to deliver their drinks, everyone pays for his own beer and not one single asshole tips me. (If any of you jerks are reading this please refer to my previous blog entitled “Nightlife etiquette”.)

Anyway, right after they leave I hear some commotion outside and go to the door to check it out. I see some idiot doing some doughnuts in the town square on a snowmobile with the town cop sitting directly across the street. Sure enough the lights flash on and the rider takes off down the middle of the street. He cuts over the sidewalk, slams into some snow-covered obstruction and flies from his seat over the front of the sled. He scrambles back into place and takes off like a bat out of hell into the dark.

Obviously the cop didn’t catch him. He didn’t really care I don’t think, he just wanted to scare the little jerk. Is there a moral to this story? Always tip your bartender. You never know what sort of karmic retribution awaits…it may be a mouthful of snow.