We were slammin' CRAZY busy last night
a local rapper/DJ had decided to have a birthday party at the bar I work at.
Things were going
I had to break up a fight a few minutes earlier, and we had completely run out of clean glasses, so I was doing dishes. I was going too fast, and broke a glass in my hand – I was bleeding from my finger where I had gashed myself deeply on broken glass, and from my shin (which I bumped into something during the scuffle).
The bartender and I were doing our best to serve drinks to people in the order they had come to the bar – she had a line, and as I was doing dishes, people could come up to the bar where I was at the sink and order from me.
This 21-year old kid was sitting a few feet away and had been trying to get my attention – but I had my "line" too, and wasn't going to let him skip in. Also, serving drinks isn't really my priority – making sure the bartender has clean glasses, ice, and full bottles of liquor are all more important for me.
The kid starts snapping his fingers at me.
I snap, look up, and point at him.
"KEEP SNAPPING YOUR FINGERS AT ME AND I'M THROWING YOU OUT OF THIS ING BUILDING!"
He looked terrified.
My tips actually improved significantly after that.
I got busy for awhile, but a few minutes later I asked the crowd in front of me "Who's next?", and the kid had the chutzpah to say "ME!".
I apparently wasn't yet over it, as I replied "No, you're still at the back of the line."
I didn't see him again all night – he'd tried the same noise with the bartender (waving money at her to get her attention), and she ignored him after that.
I think I am forever ruined for all other service jobs
being a bouncer, being able to (and being applauded for!) cussing out the occasional rude customer is a rare joy, to be treasured.
-Alex in Alaska