Last night was one of those nights where you wished you stayed in bed. What could possibly go wrong seemed to do just that. Let's see, where do I begin?
*My barback shot me a text message at 6:45pm to say that he couldn't work.... anymore. Didn't go into any reasons as to why, just said that he can't work anymore and he knows that this is a fucked up situation to put me in and that he's sorry for that. Gee, thanks. Who in the hell quits his job (by text message, mind you), 45 minutes AFTER your shift starts?
So that set in motion a chain of domino's that made my blood pressure rise up about 100 points. Now I all of a sudden have to scramble to handle a shift change, collect empty glasses and bottles, coordinate TV's to a growing crowd of college basketball fans, cut fruit and set up the bar, while at the same time, try to find someone, ANYONE available to barback on short notice.
I have to give credit to CHEF TELL and BABY GIRL (the bartenders scheduled to work that night); when I told them of the surprise emergency we had, they didn't bitch about it; they simply "manned-up", rolled up their sleeves and tackled the situation like true professionals. And within an hour, we were able to have everything in place; TV's up and running, bar all set up, fruit and condiments squared away and patrons feeling happy with full drinks. And in the meanwhile, I was able to get in touch with NACHO LIBRE who graciously agreed to come back to work the night shift (after working all day long). Muchas Gracias to NACHO LIBRE. He stepped up big time.
So once we diverted from that fiasco, we got to the business of the night. There were quite a few "strange folks" in and out of the bar throughout the night. There was this one piss-ant who came in and began yelling at the bartenders to be served. Now this freak show of a patron comes in from time to time and as soon as you see him, the first thing that pops into your head is "GEEK SQUAD". He's always alone and wearing headphones, jamming to god-knows-what. Definitely a loner. Or a closet superstar, who the hell knows? He definitely marches to the beat of his own drum.
Now I see this guy yelling for a drink and I look over at CHEF TELL and we begin grinning in amusement. So CHEF TELL goes over to him, casually take his order and pours the guy a beer. While he does this, the guy goes into his wallet and pulls out money to pay for it. Upon giving CHEF TELL a ten-spot for the beer, CHEF TELL rings up the transaction, takes out change, then gives the change to the dork. He then goes to help out the next patron.
What does GEEK SQUAD do?
He takes the change off the bar, sticks it into his wallet. Takes two steps, stops and pulls out a dollar bill and places it on the bar and begins to walk away.
THEN.........
Numbnuts stops, turns around and heads BACK to the bar, takes the dollar, looks around, and PUTS THE DOLLAR BACK INTO HIS POCKET!!!! Are you shitting me?
I wouldn't have believed it if I hadn't seen it for myself. NORBIT (who was sitting next to me at the time) and I looked at each other and then fell out laughing as GEEK SQUAD sauntered by us with that "Shaft-Walk" stride, trying to look cool in the process. Of course, I told CHEF TELL what happened, and he simply shook his head and laughed.
You can't make this stuff up.
There were plenty of people like that in and out all night long. Including the wacko lady
from Thursday night; you know the one I'm talking about- the wacko with the glow-in-the-dark make-up and funeral parlor perfune.Yep. THAT ONE>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
Some of us are still convinced that she's a man. But then again, that's pure speculation.
So, all told, even though things got off to a rocky start and we had our share of weirdos throughout the night, everything worked out in the end. Thanks again to my staff for stepping up when it counted. It really made a potentially bad situation better.
Looking back on it now, as much as it was stressful and a pain in the ass to deal with, I guess I could count my blessings that things worked out in the end. When you sometimes think things are going totally wrong for you, just remind yourself that things could always be worse. There's always someone out there that's going to have a worse time of things than you.
Case in point: Check out this knucklehead
If you think you're having a rough go of it, imagine what he's going through right now.....
That's it for now. Gotta get back into MARCH MADNESS ELITE EIGHT action.
Nuff Said
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