So this was funny...like unusual, not funny, ha ha. Well, some parts were funny.
Last night: Dimples in Burbank. Went out after my shift to meet up with Chewie, one of the other BT school instructors. Hung out, started flirting with this girl Heather, we get numbers, blahblahblah...
Anyway, the bartenders at Dimples are fucked. Three behind this smallish bar: two are girls, one guy. I started to see there was a problem when I asked the guy (in the center) for a water. He shakes his head no, and gestures to another bartender. He's the first I make eye contact with, so of COURSE I'm going to ask him. I say, "Dude, it's just water." He says sorry.
Heather's moved on briefly to another guy named Brian who's trying to tank her up. She's gotta drive back to Northridge, bro. Knock it off. I step up and ask the girl BT I started my tab with for two more waters for me and Heather. I gotta sober up some, too. The girl rolls...her...eyes and fills up waters. Givin' me the attitude. It's like she forgot the fact that I have an Aberlour, and two Crown/gingers on her tab.
The girl looks and acts like one of those girls that has a SERIOUS sense of entitlement and feels VERY comfortable around guys who think she's cute, but to guys she doesn't know, she freezes out. This behavior will soon reflect in her tip.
Anyway, the night ends and I go to settle my tab. A guy sitting at the bar accidentally (or not, I can't be sure) kicks me in the shin. This irks me, I wedge myself in between two guys and try to get the girl's attention.
She gleans over the faces of the guys at the bar (including mine) and talks to everyone, except me. I spead my hands out, like WTF, and she scowls at me, saying "Hey, drop the attitude! And quit trying to be something you're not!" ..or some shit like that.
I tell her "You don't even know me."
"Whattya want?"
"I wanna close out."
"What's your name?"
"Dunn."
"How do you spell it?"
"D-u-n-n."
"And seriously...why the attitude?"
"You were giving ME attitude when I asked for waters."
"Well, that's something you, you know, projected onto me..."
She moves around the bar for awhile, says "Uh, dude...what was your name again?"...obvously knowing full well what it was.
"Brian."
"And drop the attitude. You want water, go to the fuckin' 7-11."
I tipped her 2 dollars on a $28 tab.
She flipped the fuck out.
As I'm walking to the door, she gets on the PA and says "Brian Dunn likes to suck big cock!" people start taking notice..."Who? Who?"
And for whatever reason, other people started flipping the fuck out. Three male patrons took GREAT offense that I tipped her so poorly and was taking it personally. The bartender who'd I'd asked for water earlier was taking it personally, even followed me out, saying "That's fuckin' bullshit, maaaaaaaaaaaan."
I was slightly amused by the whole thing, particularly the PA treatment. I laughed in her face when she did that. It pissed her off more, I told her she's hilarious, smiled at her...
She hates me. Good. Hope I see her again so I can just ignore her.
Last night: Dimples in Burbank. Went out after my shift to meet up with Chewie, one of the other BT school instructors. Hung out, started flirting with this girl Heather, we get numbers, blahblahblah...
Anyway, the bartenders at Dimples are fucked. Three behind this smallish bar: two are girls, one guy. I started to see there was a problem when I asked the guy (in the center) for a water. He shakes his head no, and gestures to another bartender. He's the first I make eye contact with, so of COURSE I'm going to ask him. I say, "Dude, it's just water." He says sorry.
Heather's moved on briefly to another guy named Brian who's trying to tank her up. She's gotta drive back to Northridge, bro. Knock it off. I step up and ask the girl BT I started my tab with for two more waters for me and Heather. I gotta sober up some, too. The girl rolls...her...eyes and fills up waters. Givin' me the attitude. It's like she forgot the fact that I have an Aberlour, and two Crown/gingers on her tab.
The girl looks and acts like one of those girls that has a SERIOUS sense of entitlement and feels VERY comfortable around guys who think she's cute, but to guys she doesn't know, she freezes out. This behavior will soon reflect in her tip.
Anyway, the night ends and I go to settle my tab. A guy sitting at the bar accidentally (or not, I can't be sure) kicks me in the shin. This irks me, I wedge myself in between two guys and try to get the girl's attention.
She gleans over the faces of the guys at the bar (including mine) and talks to everyone, except me. I spead my hands out, like WTF, and she scowls at me, saying "Hey, drop the attitude! And quit trying to be something you're not!" ..or some shit like that.
I tell her "You don't even know me."
"Whattya want?"
"I wanna close out."
"What's your name?"
"Dunn."
"How do you spell it?"
"D-u-n-n."
"And seriously...why the attitude?"
"You were giving ME attitude when I asked for waters."
"Well, that's something you, you know, projected onto me..."
She moves around the bar for awhile, says "Uh, dude...what was your name again?"...obvously knowing full well what it was.
"Brian."
"And drop the attitude. You want water, go to the fuckin' 7-11."
I tipped her 2 dollars on a $28 tab.
She flipped the fuck out.
As I'm walking to the door, she gets on the PA and says "Brian Dunn likes to suck big cock!" people start taking notice..."Who? Who?"
And for whatever reason, other people started flipping the fuck out. Three male patrons took GREAT offense that I tipped her so poorly and was taking it personally. The bartender who'd I'd asked for water earlier was taking it personally, even followed me out, saying "That's fuckin' bullshit, maaaaaaaaaaaan."
I was slightly amused by the whole thing, particularly the PA treatment. I laughed in her face when she did that. It pissed her off more, I told her she's hilarious, smiled at her...
She hates me. Good. Hope I see her again so I can just ignore her.