Bad Behavior Gets You The Bad Stuff
I am working at the bar at a VIP event and go to the fridge to get more stock. I am gone maybe forty-five seconds. In that time, some self-important a**hat comes behind the bar, cracks a bottle of the most expensive white wine, and pours himself two huge glasses. The guests all know they’re not supposed to go behind or access the bar.
Me: “Sir, you can’t be back here.”
Customer: “You were all being lazy and slacking off, and I hate waiting!”
He sneers at me and wanders off. About twenty minutes later, he’s back, and I am present at the bar.
Customer: “Ah, you’re actually doing your jobs this time. I’ll take two of the white wines.”
Me: “Absolutely, sir.”
I make sure that every time he comes back to the bar for the rest of the wedding, I serve him the cheapest wine on offer. I can tell he has a sour expression on his face when he takes a sip.
Customer: “What happened to the good stuff?”
Me: *Staring pointedly* “Oh, someone came behind the bar and stole them.”
He stared back at me but didn’t say anything else. I made sure everyone else got the good stuff that night, except him.