I feel crippled today. I guess running my ass of for twelve straight hours will have that effect.
One bartender+$1.50 drinks+$1,000 in sales=sore legs and blisters on my feet.
The American Legion which is normally a members only club was open to the public yesterday. I had a line waiting to get in when I opened the doors at 3pm and I did not stop moving until 3:15am. Ordinarily the Legion is a pretty boring place to work. Lots of old perverts who like to drink beer and discuss my tits but almost no trouble makers so we don’t employ a bouncer. However, last night I could have used five.
I have worked there for 10 months and I have never had to throw anyone out before yesterday.
Guy #1–He came in with a group of people. When he arrived, he couldn’t talk and was drooling on himself so I refused to serve him. He gave me a little attitude(at least I think that was what he was getting at) but nothing too major. When he started falling on other customers, I decided it was time for him to go. I came out from behind the bar to steer him out the door. Unfortunately Guy#1 outweighed me by about 75 pounds so when he fell against the wall the only thing I could do was break his fall with my hand. I got a nice bruise and lost the skin on my knuckles but he apologized (I think) and went quietly the rest of the way out the door.
Girl–She came from the same group of people but she was sober when she got there. After several shots she decided to start showing off her thong. I figured the last thing I needed was some old vet dying of a heart attack so out she went to join Guy#1. She put up a pretty good protest on the way out grabbing walls, doors and barstools but I always triumph in the end. That’s why they pay me the big bucks. :rolleyes:
Guy#2–This guy just made my evening. He came in with another guy and they ordered their beers. Two beers later I see Guy#2 slapping people on the back in that friendly way that can turn nasty in a second so he gets cut off. He tries to order some shots, I turn him down and he does not take it very kindly. He knocks a customers beer over so I tell him to leave. Words are exchanged ending with me pulling the lit cigarette out of his mouth and threatening to jam it in his eye if he doesn’t get the hell out of my bar. Not exactly professional but hey, I was REALLY pissed. By now some of my friends were there so I have them escort him outside. Guy#2 does not want to go quietly and keeps trying to come back in so he can, “whoop every sumbitch in here”. On most nights, to get in the bar you need a key card or you can stand in front of the two-way mirror so I can see who you are and buzz you in but last night the door was propped open to admit the public. The second time Guy#2 tries to come back I closed the door. He starts pounding and screaming so I dial 911. Just as the dispatcher answers a fist comes flying through the mirror. I am surprised the guy on the phone didn’t hang up on me because I screamed FUCK right in his ear. I apologized and explained what was going on and he sent a cruiser right over. Now on my day off, I have to go file a police report against Guy#2. Yippee!
On the bright side, for the most part I had fun and I made a killing in tips.
Sorry this is so long but I needed to vent. Thanks for listening cause it doesn’t get a much more mundane and pointless than this.