Despite the fact that work has been slow and we should appreciate every customer that comes in, there are still some that are less than welcome.
Unwanted customer number two:
Indiana Jones usually comes in on Friday nights. He always wears a suit and often has a cravat or matching silk tie and handkerchief.
From the neck down he looks like a character out of a Bond movie, from the neck up he resembles Gollum (only with big glasses and more wrinkles). The best part is his hat.
My first contact with him came on a particularly busy night. He situated himself at the end of the bar, which became his usual spot. People milling around began sitting their empty glasses at the edge of the bar in front of him as we got busier and stopped taking them.
Indiana had the last straw when a curly headed boy sat down his Sam Adams glass. He launched into a loud, expletive filled oration concerning his $400 Indian Jones hat and how Curly probably couldn't even afford a hat like that and would never see a hat as nice as that one again and how he would kick Curly's ass. Did I mention Indian Jones is probably in his 70s? Curly looked at him and walked away.
After his blow-up, he proceeded to come up to me and whisper with nicotine filled breath the extent of my beauty, then clean a spot off of my shirt with his finger and his spit. Obviously a good pick-up tactic.
The next Friday he was in, he attached himself to a table of two ladies enjoying some crab dip and vodka and tonics. He wouldn't leave them alone. I asked him to move, the bartender asked him to move, my manager asked him to move and finally he left.
Of course not before he argued that he already paid his check, when the bartender handed him his $60 bill, and after calling both of the women that he was previously hovering around, fat.
Let's hope this friday has better things in store.
Unwanted customer number two:
Indiana Jones usually comes in on Friday nights. He always wears a suit and often has a cravat or matching silk tie and handkerchief.
From the neck down he looks like a character out of a Bond movie, from the neck up he resembles Gollum (only with big glasses and more wrinkles). The best part is his hat.My first contact with him came on a particularly busy night. He situated himself at the end of the bar, which became his usual spot. People milling around began sitting their empty glasses at the edge of the bar in front of him as we got busier and stopped taking them.
Indiana had the last straw when a curly headed boy sat down his Sam Adams glass. He launched into a loud, expletive filled oration concerning his $400 Indian Jones hat and how Curly probably couldn't even afford a hat like that and would never see a hat as nice as that one again and how he would kick Curly's ass. Did I mention Indian Jones is probably in his 70s? Curly looked at him and walked away.
After his blow-up, he proceeded to come up to me and whisper with nicotine filled breath the extent of my beauty, then clean a spot off of my shirt with his finger and his spit. Obviously a good pick-up tactic.
The next Friday he was in, he attached himself to a table of two ladies enjoying some crab dip and vodka and tonics. He wouldn't leave them alone. I asked him to move, the bartender asked him to move, my manager asked him to move and finally he left.
Of course not before he argued that he already paid his check, when the bartender handed him his $60 bill, and after calling both of the women that he was previously hovering around, fat.
Let's hope this friday has better things in store.
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