WELCOME TO WACKY WORLD!
Sunday afternoon started out typically enough in a relaxing manner. I spent much of the early afternoon prepping the bar, cleaning glasses, etc., when a pair of strangers arrived. The strangers, NAPOLEON DYNAMITE and SMURFETTE strolled in looking very tanned and relaxed from a week-long respite in the Carribean. It made me want to go away to the islands. In any case, it was actually good to see them. You don't realize how much you miss someone's presence until they are away and that was the case here. As much as we joke around about how much of a pain in the ass NAPOLEON is (and I mean that in the best sense), he is a vital part of our circle and his jokes and banter keeps everyone going. The chat board was unusually quiet without him around. Welcome back.
The afternoon soon began to resemble the old football Sundays as many of the regulars returned for an afternoon of witty banter and gentleman's drinks. SUSHI SAMBA, PHILLY GIRL, THE BLOND WITH NO NAME, showed up to hang out with other Sunday regulars including AMERICAN PSYCHO, CRIMSON CAMEL-TOE, T-BILL, ANGRY BLACK, MR. LOW-KEY, MR. PLUMBER and of course, AFRIKA BAMBATTA. He strolled in with a female companion ("just a friend" as he puts it) and of course, we nailed him with the third degree as soon as she left. Typical funny stuff.
As the crazy antics went on, the tone of the day took a bizarre turn as MS. KREMLIN made a late appearance and subsequently turned the bar upside down with her presence. First she yelled at people for yelling in the bar. Then she tried to give ANGEL a lecture on bar behavior (I have to give ANGEL her props for standing up to MS. KREMLIN and basically telling her to "stick it"). Then the Red Sickle got involved in a conversation with a group of guys; at one point, actually sitting in the lap of one of the guys, only to run away moments later, accusing the guys of being inappropriate with her; YET when they went to leave, she ran up to the guys, straddle-hugging them to say good-bye! WTF? One minute she'd be all buddy-buddy with CRIMSON C-T, the next minute, she's yelling at her for sitting with a group of guys. She was back and forth like this all night long. This girl has issues. (if you want more bizarre specifics, go to the forum board).
Overall, it was a pretty good (and strange) day. I am still trying to piece together all that took place, so if you were there and have something to add, please help me out and post it in the forum page- I know I'm leaving out some good stuff.
DOLLAR DRAFT NIGHT continues today. I'll be back this afternoon with more tidbits.
NUFF SAID
9 comments:
Why let her or other whackos into the bar if they are such pains in the ass and bother your regular customers?
We're not talking serial killers or anything crazy like that. Some people have their quirks (hell, some of our regulars have them) but are mostly harmless and keep to themselves. Besides, you're in NYC and you are going to have your share of wackos from time to time. It's the nature of the beast. And to be honest, they make for good reading.
Amen SwanFather!
AP
Swanfather,
But it sounds like this person does not keep to herself. Since it seems that bars everywhere have lunatics in them, the "It's OK Because It's NYC" argument doesn't really work. So, when you play host to randoms who consistently bother your other patrons, at what point do you stop them and protect the space and good times of those who are being bothered?
Thanks,
Mr. T.
To answer that question, you have to deal with each unique situation individually. Of course, you would treat someone who is an obvious threat to someone physically differently than say a MADAME X, who is about as quirky as it gets, but is genuinely harmless.
In the case of MS. KREMLIN, she isn't in the bar often enough to lose sleep over. She actually does keep to herself (most of the time). For the most part (and I'm not playing her lawyer here), she's more of a pain in the ass for me (and sometimes to my bartenders), than she is to the other customers. Pain in the ass for me because she likes to talk my ear off.
Overall, I like to think that we use good common sense when it comes to sorting out the unsavory clientile.
she wanted to fight me.
~Angel
Swandad,
Clearly you folks do a better job of screening than most, since the bar is one of the most douchebag-free watering holes one can hope to find. Really I'm just curious to to know how different people handle these things.
Mr. T.
newspaper seems to work
it ain't a perfect science... but it seems to work well. Sometimes people slip through the cracks (i.e. Napoleon, Mr. T., etc.)
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