Nothing in Life is Free

It's 5:40 pm, I'm just getting to work for my shift starting at 6. I'm chattin with Pattie, trying to catch up with eactothers lives. I hear an EXCUSE ME, EXCUSE ME...I turn my head as this big haired young looking kid asked me if the Yankees played last night. I just gave him a look like Why the Fuck do I care if the Yankees played last night. After the awkward silent pause I told him yes. Then he asks me if they won, again I tell him yes. 30 secs later......Excuse me Excuse me. I walk over to him, and he asks me (in front of my boss) if I could fill his coffee cup that he had brought with him. I tell him that it is going to be $2. He says to me that the other girl said that she would just fill it, Why do I have to pay for it? I said back to him, "We don't grow the coffee here, we have to pay for it, therefore you too have to pay for it. He says, "If I knew this was gonna be the case, I would just go to wawa." I told him to enjoy his walk, and don't be surprised if they don't fill it up for free either. Now, he wants to try his luck with Pattie. He tells her that he just wants her to top it off. She says, "Well if it ends up being a half of a cup, I will only charge you half." He asks, "How much is that gonna be?" HALF OF WHAT WE ALREADY TOLD YOU, YOU DUMB SHIT. Now at this point, everyone at the bar has jokes. Asking if they can get there drinks topped off for free. This kid hears them....EXCUSE ME MISS, EXCUSE ME. Pattie walks down to him. He tell her that he doesn't like my temperament, and asks when her shift begins and ends so that he can come back only when she is working. I bust out laughing as he walks away. She gives me a look and says, "FML, that's what I get for being nice." Lesson Learned.

Don't Flag Me Down

Listen, when you are sitting at the bar, and your glass runneth empty...There is no need to flag me down. Don't hold your cup in the air, Don't point at it, Don't snap your fingers, Don't bang it on the bar.....I KNOW IT IS EMPTY!! It is my job to know that it is empty. When you see me walking down towards you, I don't need you to pick it up and show me. What do you think I am coming down there for?!? That move right there makes want to pick up that glass and launch it at your face. I keep track of everyone at the bar. I know what you all are drinking. I know when each of you has had enough. When I am done doing whatever it is that I am doing, I will come down and re-fill your drink.

Cape Codder!!

Cape Codder!!

Are you kidding me?!?

So a group of people come into the bar, and sit down at the table. One of the guys gets up and orders a drink for this STUPID girl. He asks me for a cape codder (with a slight question in his tone). Obviously not knowing what that was because he is a normal human being who goes out to bars and drinks, he asked me if I knew what that was. I say yes, thinking in my mind, of course i know what that is I am a bartender. I reply to him with a slight chuckle that is was a vodka and cranberry. This heffer gets up and walks over to the bar and say "actually it is a vodka and cranberry with a lime", "that's what we call it in Maine". REALLY, is that what you people in Maine came up with?!? BECAUSE I SWORE I READ THAT IN THE WORLD'S FIRST BARTENDING BOOK. oooooohhhhhh I was so mad. I wanted to tell her that only people from many generations past, or assholes who want to look like they know what they are talking about call it that. I wanted to say to her, Bitch i do this for a living, PLEASE don't insult me.