Every bar has their fair-share of unsavory and unwanted clientele. Despite being labeled as "upscale," my restaurant is no different. Generally speaking, there are two customers and one group of customers that everyone dreads waiting on.
This post will highlight the first of these customers, who was kicked out a few weeks ago for the first time. She would fall under the unsavory category, we'll call her Chastity.
Each evening that Chastity has come into the bar, she goes promptly to the bathroom for at least 15 minutes. During this time, those who work the bar take time to place bets as to whether she's snorting something off of the back of the toilet or bathing in the sink. Despite her bathroom activities, her eyes are always unfocused and she looks as if she belongs in Madame Tussuad's because she is always wearing the same expression - sort of a lopsided smile with half closed eyes.
Once she is out of the bathroom, she begins to call everyone baby and then finds any solo gentleman at the bar and clocks in. Although it hasn't been confirmed - all of us who have seen her are pretty sure that she is a prostitute. After spying her prey, Chastity swoops in and either invites herself to their table or hovers behind them diligently at the bar.
From there she proceeds to order things and have them added to their tab. Never has she paid for her own food or drinks - if she is solo, she will send it back half gone demanding a refund. In her soft-spoken voice, Chastity over-zealously flirts and tries to get the innocent man to take her home. She often follows them out as they leave and even if she is ignored, she will continue to try and strike up any sort of conversation.
During her last trip in, she asked the hostesses to use the restaurant phone. They wouldn't deny the request of a customer - so when our general manager walked out, there was Chastity, talking away. Upon hanging up she asked if she could make another call, our manager said something to the effect of, it's not for personal calls.
Chastity replied: "Don't worry, I'm a professional." - from there she proceeded to pull out a glittery pink cell phone:
...and continue her client calls.
Needless to say, she hasn't been allowed back in.
This post will highlight the first of these customers, who was kicked out a few weeks ago for the first time. She would fall under the unsavory category, we'll call her Chastity.
Each evening that Chastity has come into the bar, she goes promptly to the bathroom for at least 15 minutes. During this time, those who work the bar take time to place bets as to whether she's snorting something off of the back of the toilet or bathing in the sink. Despite her bathroom activities, her eyes are always unfocused and she looks as if she belongs in Madame Tussuad's because she is always wearing the same expression - sort of a lopsided smile with half closed eyes.
Once she is out of the bathroom, she begins to call everyone baby and then finds any solo gentleman at the bar and clocks in. Although it hasn't been confirmed - all of us who have seen her are pretty sure that she is a prostitute. After spying her prey, Chastity swoops in and either invites herself to their table or hovers behind them diligently at the bar.
From there she proceeds to order things and have them added to their tab. Never has she paid for her own food or drinks - if she is solo, she will send it back half gone demanding a refund. In her soft-spoken voice, Chastity over-zealously flirts and tries to get the innocent man to take her home. She often follows them out as they leave and even if she is ignored, she will continue to try and strike up any sort of conversation.
During her last trip in, she asked the hostesses to use the restaurant phone. They wouldn't deny the request of a customer - so when our general manager walked out, there was Chastity, talking away. Upon hanging up she asked if she could make another call, our manager said something to the effect of, it's not for personal calls.
Chastity replied: "Don't worry, I'm a professional." - from there she proceeded to pull out a glittery pink cell phone:
...and continue her client calls.
Needless to say, she hasn't been allowed back in.
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