After I left work today, I went to pick up my wheels at the local tire shop. Then I thought to myself "what the hell, lets go out to eat." So I stopped at a kinda nice italian joint for some dinner. Here's my story
As soon as I sat down at the bar, the bar slave said hi and all that. He sometimes bartends. Then the bartender came over.
him - can i get you a drink?
me - yea, Jameson neat and a glass of water
He gets it for me, no issues. Im also hungry, but he doesnt offer me a menu. No big deal, I was gonna wait til my next drink to order anyways. Fast forward......my drink is empty. Now im just sitting there like an idiot with no drink. Time passes
bar slave - omg Dave, do you want another Jameson?
me - yea, thanks
Now Im sipping on my second drink. The bartender is yapping away about the royal wedding and only talking to his regulars. Rage is building. Dude walks right passed me
me - hey!
him - yes?
me - can i see a menu?
I have a menu in hand. Time passes, I figure out what I want. And I sit there for fucking ever. dude keeps walking by me. BSing with all the people he knows.
bar slave - did you want to order?
me - yea
Then I ordered. shortly after I order, my drink goes empty. Im sitting there for what seems like forever. The food comes out. The bartender has no idea who its for because he isnt doing his job.
him - did you order food?
me - yes
him - here you go
5 mins later
him - how is it?
me - ok
him - did you want another drink?
I looked at my watch cause I was timing him. he smiles like he assumes i might have time one for one more
him - yea?
me - after 15 fucking minutes, yea that would be nice
him - huh?
me - Ive been sitting here for 15 minutes with an empty fucking glass in front of me. You must not work on tips huh?
him - NO!
me - then shit is different here in NY. Fetch me a fucking Jameson
he starts slamming shit around, throwing a fit. puts my drink in front of me and storms off into the kitchen to bitch and moan, or so I assume.
bar slave - dude Im so sorry
me - its not your fault. youre busy. this dude is gossiping about the fucking royal wedding and helping everyone around me. straight ignoring me. he looked at my empty glass 3 fucking times and just turned and walked away every time.
bar slave - this ones is free. sorry
me - when do you work next? im leaving a shit tip, but I'll throw you a few bucks the next time
bar slave - hes just mad cause I kicked his ass at golf this morning.
me - no excuse to be an unprofessional sack of shit. I'll check you later
As soon as I sat down at the bar, the bar slave said hi and all that. He sometimes bartends. Then the bartender came over.
him - can i get you a drink?
me - yea, Jameson neat and a glass of water
He gets it for me, no issues. Im also hungry, but he doesnt offer me a menu. No big deal, I was gonna wait til my next drink to order anyways. Fast forward......my drink is empty. Now im just sitting there like an idiot with no drink. Time passes
bar slave - omg Dave, do you want another Jameson?
me - yea, thanks
Now Im sipping on my second drink. The bartender is yapping away about the royal wedding and only talking to his regulars. Rage is building. Dude walks right passed me
me - hey!
him - yes?
me - can i see a menu?
I have a menu in hand. Time passes, I figure out what I want. And I sit there for fucking ever. dude keeps walking by me. BSing with all the people he knows.
bar slave - did you want to order?
me - yea
Then I ordered. shortly after I order, my drink goes empty. Im sitting there for what seems like forever. The food comes out. The bartender has no idea who its for because he isnt doing his job.
him - did you order food?
me - yes
him - here you go
5 mins later
him - how is it?
me - ok
him - did you want another drink?
I looked at my watch cause I was timing him. he smiles like he assumes i might have time one for one more
him - yea?
me - after 15 fucking minutes, yea that would be nice
him - huh?
me - Ive been sitting here for 15 minutes with an empty fucking glass in front of me. You must not work on tips huh?
him - NO!
me - then shit is different here in NY. Fetch me a fucking Jameson
he starts slamming shit around, throwing a fit. puts my drink in front of me and storms off into the kitchen to bitch and moan, or so I assume.
bar slave - dude Im so sorry
me - its not your fault. youre busy. this dude is gossiping about the fucking royal wedding and helping everyone around me. straight ignoring me. he looked at my empty glass 3 fucking times and just turned and walked away every time.
bar slave - this ones is free. sorry
me - when do you work next? im leaving a shit tip, but I'll throw you a few bucks the next time
bar slave - hes just mad cause I kicked his ass at golf this morning.
me - no excuse to be an unprofessional sack of shit. I'll check you later

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