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My marriage was happier than this bar, I said to the friend I was with.
Ice, we need ice, the bartender yelled every fifteen minutes or so and it was lugged from somewhere in a yellow bucket that may or may not have been exclusively meant to haul ice.
Every other minute a member of the wait staff slipped behind the bar to fill water glasses for a table.
Get out, the bartender would hiss, you know the rules. You don't belong back here. It happened over and over again, and the bartender went nuts every time. One waiter was particularly adamant with his rebuttal. Apparently there was no water for the wait staff to access wherever it was that they were supposed to get it, and the bartender could just fuck himself.
Kitchen staff came out of the kitchen, hot and desperate to quench their thirst. Get out, the bartender told them too. They weaseled by him and stuffed the bar water nozzle into a glass.
It took forever to get a drink.
The place ran out of the beer it shared it shared its name with.
The bathroom needed toilet paper.
The bartender laid out his tickets from the tables as the waiters put them in. We're out of ice. I don't have a martini glass. We're out of lemons. We're out of limes. You don't belong back here. Get out. I'm really busy he told any patrons at the bar that dared to usurp his attention to order a drink. He made two guys who wanted only a Bud Light and Corona wait until he'd filled the tickets laid out in front of him.
Waiters begged for their drink orders. I'm busy, the bartender would snarl. If people can wait an hour for a cheese sandwich, they can wait 15 minutes for a pina colada.
A guy I guessed to be the owner appeared. He reprimanded the bartender, sliced lemons and limes, hauled in another keg of the eponymous beer, all while looking slightly suicidal.
I finally got the fries I ordered after asking for them a second time an hour later. They were delicious.
The music was fantastic. Everybody in the bar was grooving there in the Kingdom of the Cranky Bartender. It was all of us against him. We won.
How was your weekend?
Have you read THIS yet? George Saunders writing about Trump. Left Land vs. Right Land. I recommend it.
1 comment:
Ugh. I hate going out and realizing that the entire staff of wherever I am is unhappy and that everything is fucked up. It's such a horrible feeling. Like- why am I enabling this hellish dogpile?
Anyway, good morning. I read that article and it's a good one.
How are you Denise? I miss you.
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