F***ing Off All The Way To The Bank

I am working as a bartender in a small bar in a small town. Not only do I fix drinks, but I am also responsible for selling tokens to an air hockey table. They come $1 a piece.

The other night this very drunk guy asked for a single token and threw me a hundred-dollar note.

Me: *Giving him a token* “Wait a moment while I open the register and get your change.”

He left immediately. I got ninety-nine dollars as fast as I could and ran after him to return it. The dude was near the air hockey table.

I started to politely explain that I had his change and that he should take it. But I couldn’t finish because he interrupted me.

Guy: “Who the f*** are you? F*** off now.”

And so I just left. The guy never came back for his money.