Bartender woes.
Last week, the man who comes to my bar every. single. day. and has 2-3 margaritas, complains about his life, and hits on me every chance he gets, apparently rufie-ed himself and was shit-faced after 1.5 drinks. This led to him hiccuping, slurring, closing the bar, and then falling asleep on it with both of my bosses there to witness. My boss and I had to drive him home, where we discovered that he apparently doesn’t like to put his car in park, he just shuts it off while still in drive. Then he had the balls to come in the next day. and the day after. and everyday since.
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