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… OK… 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.
I felt… deeply satisfied.
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
