How do you say, "I don't want your man," in psycho girlfriend?
I mean, I speak crazy. Just not this particular dialect, I guess. So, a note for you ladies....
The bartender does not want your boyfriend. It takes a special breed of asshole to hit on a guy that is clearly with someone. Not to mention, we work off of tips. Causing a fight between to customers who are paying jointly, not in my best interest. But, all if these things aside. The best way to make my point here is, we have about seven drunk asses at any given moment hitting on us. Your boyfriend/husband/guy you made out with and claimed yours after 3 cosmos, is not even on our radar, except when he looks like he's going to puke in his Long Island. We are paid and made to be nice to everyone. Not just women and single guys. Rest assured, while I might remember what he drinks next time I see him, your man left my mind before the ink was dry on the credit card slip. All I really care about is making last call, cleaning up and getting home to my own man.
I've got a bone to pick with him. I heard he was out at a club flirting with a bartender.
Heads will roll!
I mean, I speak crazy. Just not this particular dialect, I guess. So, a note for you ladies....
The bartender does not want your boyfriend. It takes a special breed of asshole to hit on a guy that is clearly with someone. Not to mention, we work off of tips. Causing a fight between to customers who are paying jointly, not in my best interest. But, all if these things aside. The best way to make my point here is, we have about seven drunk asses at any given moment hitting on us. Your boyfriend/husband/guy you made out with and claimed yours after 3 cosmos, is not even on our radar, except when he looks like he's going to puke in his Long Island. We are paid and made to be nice to everyone. Not just women and single guys. Rest assured, while I might remember what he drinks next time I see him, your man left my mind before the ink was dry on the credit card slip. All I really care about is making last call, cleaning up and getting home to my own man.
I've got a bone to pick with him. I heard he was out at a club flirting with a bartender.
Heads will roll!
No comments:
Post a Comment