Every once in a while a jackass gets his due…
You see, at one of my favorite watering holes there’s a guy who is the biggest, sorry I have to steal the term, fuck drop you’ll ever meet. Acts like he owns the place - hell, he’s told people he owns the place. He’s loud, rude, manipulating, you name it. He once got into a fight because someone wouldn’t play the songs he wanted on the jukebox - and they were putting the money in. He’s thrown bottles, started fights, insulted just about everyone, dropped his pants, pissed off the bartenders, etc.
Two weeks ago, there was a dart tournament on Saturday afternoon. This is not a time that he frequents the place, but when he heard that an ex-girlfriend (he’s finally married to the girl he’s lived with for nearly 10 years - the girlfriend was during that 10 years) was going to be there, he called her and basically threatened her life if she were to show up.
This news ended up getting to the owner, who lives in Milwaukee. Jackass always sucks up to the owner. The owner called him up and told him “look, you don’t own that bar, I do. You think that somehow my business relies on the paltry amount of money you spend there? You keep more business out than you bring in! This is your only warning. I have told the manager and the bartenders that if you so much as breathe wrong, I want them to call the police and your ass will be kicked out of my bar forever.”
Jackass tried to protest and kiss ass. Owner had nothing to do with it. Jackass doesn’t hang out there as much anymore.
The owner was in town last night and I thanked him for calling him. He said “well, sometimes he just needs an attitude adjustment.” To which I replied, “No, he’s just a jackass.” Owner smiled, winked, and said, “yeah, but I wasn’t sure if you were a friend of his.”
I know, not really a pit rant, but I wanted to share a story that brightened my day.