Mar 02 2009
Lesson: Don’t talk politics with drunk rednecks.
So I walk into work the other day only to be greeted by yet another drunk, ridiculous, redneck and his “Obama’s taking our rights away” notions. So I voice my opinion (which favors more on the democratic side) and he says that he’s leaving. “I didn’t come in here to listen to this crap.” So I tell him goodbye and thanks for coming in. (my reply, while polite, was actually layered thickly with sarcasm…imagine that)
Now his equally intoxicated lady friend (and I use the term lady loosely) steps in and says to me, or slurs really, “Are you stupid?” Which, coming from this woman caught me completely by surprise. I ignored her but she continues on to say “Yer the rudest waitress I ever had, you fat f***ing cow.” I tell her it’s time to go. We argue a little before she finally pulls herself out of her seat only to reveal a Nascar t-shirt paired with the tightest, whitewashed, high-waisted jeans I have seen since 1987.
They stumble to the door, she turns around, scowls at me for a second, and then flicks me off with both hands… I waved and said “Have a nice night!” Just as she was pulled out the front door.
This is really the only part of the job I absolutely hate. Why can’t everyone just go out and have a good time? What is it about alcohol that makes some people think it’s OK to behave like an asshole? And most importantly, what would make a middle aged woman think it’s OK to wear the same jeans she wore, back when she still lived in her momma’s trailer?
I actually think that sometimes alcohol just amplifies someone’s personality. Funny people get funnier, emotional people get more emotional, and so on. If I had to guess, I would assume that Mr. and Mrs. Asshole weren’t exactly the most upstanding people in the county when they were sober either.
Oh Miss Nataley! How I love your bartending stories!!!! HAHAHAHA, If only I had your wit to actually make ppl laugh at the bartending stories I now experience! lol…..I love ya girl and I love these stories!!!!
Miss ya!
XOXO
hehe thanks! I actually wrote this blog when I was still pretty pissed. She probably wasn’t as trashy as I made her sound in my story, but, I guess that’s my process…and I didn’t mention her name, so who cares? The truth of the matter is, she was pretty scrappy so if she read it she’d probably scratch my eyes out or something.