A Spirited Response

(I am working as a manager/bartender at a local club. It’s fairly slow, and a clearly drunk regular approaches to order.)

Customer: “I’ll get a tall ‘Paralyzer.'”

Me: “Sure thing! That will be $5.75.”

(I proceed to make the drink, take his payment, and continue doing my job. A few minutes later, he returns to the bar with the empty cup.)

Customer: “There was no alcohol in this! Make me another one on the house, you b****!”

Me: “Excuse me? You watched me make it, and drank it all. If you came back after a sip, maybe, but not when it’s empty, dude.”

(The customer’s intoxicated female friend approaches next to him.)

Friend: “You’re full of it. I was the manager here a month ago; you’re new and stupid. You tried to rip him off, so make a new one! F****** stupid w****!”

Me: “Listen up. One, you’re full of it. I’m the manager, and have been for the last year. You’ve never worked here. Second, I know for a fact you do nails for a living. If I had them done, ripped them off, and then said you didn’t do them, would you do them again for free? No. There was alcohol in that drink. Third, call me a f****** name again, and I’ll have you out of here so fast, your four-size-too-small miniskirt might actually squeeze away from your hippo thighs. Now, can I get you anything else, or are you good?”

(The owner laughed so hard she had to run to the bathroom. The customer’s friend ended up with a DUI that night. Talk about Karma!)