His Sexism Goes The Whole Nine Ounces

, , , , | Right | March 8, 2021

I work at a small and very popular bar on a beach. During the summers, lineups are usually two hours and we are busy open to close. However, during the winter, we usually only have regulars come in, as no one is going to the beach

A few days before Christmas, I have a man come in, and off the bat, I can tell that this is going to be a long night. I only have him and one other customer.

Customer: “I’ll have a red wine, nine ounces.”

I go to get the wine and come back. Our wine glasses are tall and slim, so sometimes people get confused.

Customer: *Looking stunned* “I told you a nine-ounce. Are you not listening?!”

He continues to yell at me.

Me: “Yes, sir, it is a nine-ounce. I measured it out.”

Customer: “Listen, sweetheart, I need to speak to the bartender. Is there a man that can serve me?”

Me: “Sir, I am the bartender. And it is nine ounces.”

Customer: “I need to speak to a man. Clearly, you don’t know what you’re doing.”

I give up and grab my supervisor, who is ALSO a woman, and she tells him it is nine ounces. The customer goes back and sits down. I go to the back to calm down, as I have anxiety and don’t appreciate it when customers get in my face and yell at me. After a few minutes, I go check on him.

Me: “Is everything going okay?”

Customer: “The wine is room temperature. I know my wine. It is supposed to be cold.”

Me: “Sir, it’s a red wine. It’s not refrigerated.”

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