en·ti·tle·ment
Pronunciation: -'tI-t&l-m&nt
Function: noun
1 a : the state or condition of being entitled : RIGHT b : a right to benefits specified especially by law or contract
2 : a government program providing benefits to members of a specified group; also : funds supporting or distributed by such a program
3 : belief that one is deserving of or entitled to certain privileges
In the bar business (or any sort of entertainment-related business for that matter), you will occasionally come across someone with an air of entitlement about them. Usually it's that individual who will try to curry favor or gain access because of some type of relationship with the owners or staff members of the bar. They will drop names, subtle and not-so-subtle hints about "who they know" and such, anything to gain an advantage over someone else. Personally, I hate it because there's usually a condescending tone that comes with it. And who are "they" to think that they are better than you or I and can have anything they want?
What's even worse is when you act as if you are entitled to do whatever you heart desires because of your social class/status. For example, you come across someone who's acting like a condescending ass towards you (or anyone else for that matter)- you call them on it and they dismiss you or better yet, threaten you with Mummy or Daddy's lawyer. That really burns me up.
That being said, if you are going to play the entitlement card, at least be respectful about it. I can remember carrying on a similar rant about this very same topic only a few weeks ago, but it seems that this "entitlement" theme keeps rearing its ugly head over and over again. Last night I had to deal with yet another situation where a group of individuals felt that just because they had an "in" with someone connected with the bar, it was okay to act like drunken asses. That they were "entitled" to act any way they want, and that it would be accepted, because of who they were. F*** that! If it was anyone else, they would have had their asses out the door and on the curb within the first fifteen minutes. I said it before and I'll say it again: If you profess to be close friends or closely connected to anyone at the bar, then the very least you can do, SHOULD do for that matter, is to respect the place and the people that are there to have a good time. Being drunken idiots and wrestling, puking, and chasing off other patrons is not what a good friend would do. Plain and simple.
Now I don't know if they happened to catch me on a bad night, short fuse, crappy weather, etc.; But I can say that by the end of the night, I was ready to hang myself. Luckily the louts finally got their acts together and left peacefully without hurting anyone. *Grrrrrrr
On another note, I got a visit from a good friend and former patron of the bar; He and his buddies were long-time regulars of the bar until they answered the call of marriage and family life. Last night the "Three Amigos" (as I liked to call them), got together for an impromptu reunion at the bar. They ended up hanging out for hours (in spite of the drunken idiots I mentioned before), catching up on life and reminiscing on the past. It was great to see them.
The weekend's here and the forecast calls for warmer weather (spring is coming!). That should translate into lots of foot traffic on 3rd Avenue all weekend long. Looking forward to it! Hope to see you all as well! Once again, I apologize for my rants, but every once in awhile, you gotta get things off of your chest!
Check back later for weekend events!
nuff said
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