i almost got fired tonight but it was soooooo worth it

[PhillyB]

i bartend at a club that is basically the island of misfit toys... we get more weirdasses and complete douchenozzles than anywhere imaginable. the tips aren't that great, as you might guess, and we have to squeeze every cent we can out of the patrons.

normally i am patient about being stiffed (it happens more often than not) but tonight absolutely took the cake. this guy walks up to my bar, trashy as hell, about half his teeth gone. "hey you! mister bartender! yeah lemme get a shot of grey goose."

so i get him his shot. "here you go man," i said, and gave him the glass. "i got a little extra in there for you." (i didn't, he got a normal shot, but we always tell them that.) the price was eight bucks. he handed me a ten. i casually asked if he needed his change back - a standard practice - and he absolutely lost his poo.

"whatchu MEAN do i need my change back? of COURSE i need my gotdamn change back! got DAMN thats two dollars!!!" he was completely flipping out and making this big scene. i was reconciliatory: "hey no worries man, i was just asking, we work for tips here." i gave him the two dollars back.

"TIPS?! whatchu talkin bout, TIPS?! i aint gonna tip you!" then he glared at his glass. "MAN I PAID EIGHT BUCKS AND THIS IS ALL I GET?!"

I stared at him in disbelief. (for those of you that don't know, the service you get is based on how much you tip. if you want your bartender to help you out, put some fuggin money in the tip jar.) "i hooked you up man," i started, but he interrupted - "MAN DONT GIMME THAT poo!!! I KNOW YOU CAN DO BETTER!!!"

"do you want a-"

"BULLSHIT YOU CAN DO BETTER!!!!!!"

i stopped, looked at him for a second, and picked up his glass. he stared at me expectantly. i ever-so-slowly drizzled half of it onto the floor, sat it back in front of him, and walked off.

the guy was speechless. i felt like batman. tip your bartender. thanks for reading.

[CatsMeow]

I always tip well--waitressed my way through college, so I can appreciate good service. I know it probably felt good giving it to this guy, but wouldn't you have been better off just walking away from this asshole and giving your attention to someone else who would give you a tip?

[Doyle]

Eight bucks for a shot is why I don't go out anymore.

[Matt Foley]

I just started a part time job delivering alcohol. Now I know how all those bars can afford the huge ass checks they give me.

[The Saltman]

8 bux?

[Goosfraba21]

You owe me $4 you rude bastard

[Darth Biscuit]

My tip amounts are directly correlated to boob size.

[Skew]

The art of the short pour. Learn it.

Helps when you are busy enough to pick and choose your customers.

I feel for ya. Bartended for 10 years. You have got to give me really shitty service for me to tip less than 20%.

[bleys]

I don't blame you, I would have lost it.. I'm usually calm and collected 95% of the time, but over time I have developed a complex towards low lifes, straight up douchebags, and overly-opinionated tree huggers..

You handled your poo real well in my opinion.. if someone were to blow up like that, I don't know if I would have calmed down enough to walk away.. with the crowd that walks through that place, it sounds like you would have done yourself a favor..

it's simple, if you can't afford an $8 shot, you don't buy an $8 shot.. buy a beer instead, or grab some water.. or go to the ABC store and drink at home..

that might be an expensive shot, but you know the rules..

and no, I've never bartended..

[PhillyB]

wouldn't you have been better off just walking away from this asshole and giving your attention to someone else who would give you a tip?

that's generally my strategy, but i didn't know the guy was going to be a douche at first. after that he kept calling for me but i ignored him and served other ppl (they tipped me really well after having watched the whole thing)

8 bux?

we are way overpriced, but we still get a ton of business and people buy the drinks... without complaining, in most cases. the club has been around since the 70's and is the oldest nightclub in the area... it runs on its name and thats how they get away with it. unfortunately half the bastards that come can afford a four-dollar bud light but somehow can't afford to tip on it.

The art of the short pour. Learn it.

haha i love the short pour. if i'm making it in front of an asshole i'll usually pour a deceptively small shot in, and then make a big show of pouring a little extra in on top and telling them i just hooked them up... when in reality it's still a little under a shot

moral of this story is... if you can think of a way to piss your bartender off... your bartender can come up with fifty creative ways to piss YOU off.

:cheers2:

[SOJA]

i bartend at a club that is basically the island of misfit toys... we get more weirdasses and complete douchenozzles than anywhere imaginable. the tips aren't that great, as you might guess, and we have to squeeze every cent we can out of the patrons.

normally i am patient about being stiffed (it happens more often than not) but tonight absolutely took the cake. this guy walks up to my bar, trashy as hell, about half his teeth gone. "hey you! mister bartender! yeah lemme get a shot of grey goose."

so i get him his shot. "here you go man," i said, and gave him the glass. "i got a little extra in there for you." (i didn't, he got a normal shot, but we always tell them that.) the price was eight bucks. he handed me a ten. i casually asked if he needed his change back - a standard practice - and he absolutely lost his poo.

"whatchu MEAN do i need my change back? of COURSE i need my gotdamn change back! got DAMN thats two dollars!!!" he was completely flipping out and making this big scene. i was reconciliatory: "hey no worries man, i was just asking, we work for tips here." i gave him the two dollars back.

"TIPS?! whatchu talkin bout, TIPS?! i aint gonna tip you!" then he glared at his glass. "MAN I PAID EIGHT BUCKS AND THIS IS ALL I GET?!"

I stared at him in disbelief. (for those of you that don't know, the service you get is based on how much you tip. if you want your bartender to help you out, put some fuggin money in the tip jar.) "i hooked you up man," i started, but he interrupted - "MAN DONT GIMME THAT poo!!! I KNOW YOU CAN DO BETTER!!!"

"do you want a-"

"BULLpoo YOU CAN DO BETTER!!!!!!"

i stopped, looked at him for a second, and picked up his glass. he stared at me expectantly. i ever-so-slowly drizzled half of it onto the floor, sat it back in front of him, and walked off.

the guy was speechless. i felt like batman. tip your bartender. thanks for reading.

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