That Was Fun

(I’ve finished serving a customer when he knocks his drink over. After arguing how I should replace it for free — no chance; YOU knocked it over — this happens.)

Customer: “You’re just jealous because I’m out having a good time on a Saturday night and you have to work.”

Me: “Dude, I’m getting paid. I really don’t care.”

Customer: “Well, I make $50 an hour. I’m out having fun and you have to work.”

Me: “I’m 32. This place is a hole and not where I’d choose to spend a night having fun.”

Customer: “Whatever, I’m having fun and you have to work.”

(He then makes a rude hand gesture and mouths a few obscenities at me. I alert the security guard who then escorts him out if the venue.)

Customer’s Friend: “What the h***?”

Me: “I’m having fun.”