It Takes About Two Hours Into The New Year Before It Starts Happening Again…
It’s 2 AM On New Years’ Day at my small little dive bar. As this is Vegas and we’re open 24 hours, everyone working right now has had a very long shift and we’re just trying to get through it. My manager especially, as he’s worked almost 24 hours covering call outs.
A customer eating some bar food at the bar calls him over.
Customer: “Excuse me, but this tastes like bar food.”
My manager just stares at her, and then looks around and vaguely gestured to the entire dive bar.
Manager: “You ordered a fried fish sandwich and onion rings, lady…”
Deeming that answer to be sufficient, he storms into the back, through the kitchen, and steps outside to smoke about three cigarettes before calling our general manager and saying he quits.
