bartenderbaby

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?

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