Weird guy Mondays
I've been getting a lot of weirdos on Monday afternoons at the bar lately. I'll have to try and remember a lot of them later, but this one is fresh.
Monday, June 1st, it was raining buckets. I got to work at 4pm and instantly needed new socks due to the large torrent of water cascading down the alleyway. I get situated and a white guy comes in, soaked to the bone. The only other people at the bar are two black women who have been just lovely up until now; they had never been in, weren't drinkers but curious about everything.
He starts off by asking for a light beer, I ask for him to clarify; light in color, flavor or calories? He says just give me whatever. I give him a Bitburger. He drinks about half of it in one gulp and then starts talking stupid.
"Who was the guy earlier? I'm waiting to get my car. They told me it'd be another hour now I had to walk back and I'm wet. Who was the guy?"
"Anthony."
"Yeah, he's a good guy. You're a good guy too."
"That remains to be seen, you just met me."
"Yeah, you're getting a good tip."
So he keeps with this and orders a second beer. I decide that he's okay to have another but I'm cutting him off after that.
"I tipped the other guy 20 bucks. I'ma tip you 20 bucks." He looks over at Megan, the manager.
"I'ma tip her 20 bucks too, because she's cute. I paid a guy 20 bucks to take me to the car place, but my car wasn't done yet!"
Aaron walks in to discuss class.
"Hey, what do you guys teach? I teach at Full Sail. Well, I'm a student there. But I teach, I teach people how to learn. I teach myself guitar."
Tw guys walk in, he calls them over, I think maybe he knows them.
"Come on guys, I got your seats saved right here. What are we drinking? Das Boot? We getting a boot?"
"Ice water with lemon please."
"See!? I'm bringing people to your bar! Let's get a shot, on me, what'll you guys have?"
The guys look weirded out and go sit a a table far away.
"Hey what's you guys names? Wanna hang out later?"
Then he proceeds to take out his wallet and count money. He looks over to the two women.
"It's like, you see all this money, but it's not real. It's not even mine. I have to use this for bills and my friend gave me some to hold onto so it's not even real."
One of the ladies gets up to go get her car. He starts talking to the other lady.
"Hey, what's your name? What are you doing later today? Wanna hang out?"
"Uh, I'm going home to my husband and kids."
"Oh, oh, I get it. We can't hang out? I know a guy, he used to be a rapper. I love rap. He had this one line, he'd go "get it up her crevice, get it up her crevice" it was sick! He used to get mad honies."
"Sure he did."
I went to the kitchen to see if a to-go was up, Aaron came through to tell me the guy just offered the lady money to hang out with him. I decide that's it. He hasn't taken but two sips of his beer.
"Hey, hey, I was just asking her, where's the massage joints around here? Don't tell me there aren't any, I see the karate places, the cross fits, there's a massage joint."
I narrow my focus to just him and lean in.
"No. No, we don't have massage joints, parlors or brothels here."
He looked at me and recoiled in his seat.
"...I should cash out and leave right now."
Which he then did. I apologized to the lady.
"Oh, when you looked at him he suddenly saw things clearly and didn't mistake your intentions one bit."
"Really? I was trying to hide my anger."
"You didn't do a good job of that, you scared him, which was good, he needed that."
Absolutely no social boundaries and he was just...weird. Greatly off putting to be around. If he were the only one to wander in lately that'd be one thing, but he's one of many weird, single guys that have come in. Gah.
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Monday, June 1st, it was raining buckets. I got to work at 4pm and instantly needed new socks due to the large torrent of water cascading down the alleyway. I get situated and a white guy comes in, soaked to the bone. The only other people at the bar are two black women who have been just lovely up until now; they had never been in, weren't drinkers but curious about everything.
He starts off by asking for a light beer, I ask for him to clarify; light in color, flavor or calories? He says just give me whatever. I give him a Bitburger. He drinks about half of it in one gulp and then starts talking stupid.
"Who was the guy earlier? I'm waiting to get my car. They told me it'd be another hour now I had to walk back and I'm wet. Who was the guy?"
"Anthony."
"Yeah, he's a good guy. You're a good guy too."
"That remains to be seen, you just met me."
"Yeah, you're getting a good tip."
So he keeps with this and orders a second beer. I decide that he's okay to have another but I'm cutting him off after that.
"I tipped the other guy 20 bucks. I'ma tip you 20 bucks." He looks over at Megan, the manager.
"I'ma tip her 20 bucks too, because she's cute. I paid a guy 20 bucks to take me to the car place, but my car wasn't done yet!"
Aaron walks in to discuss class.
"Hey, what do you guys teach? I teach at Full Sail. Well, I'm a student there. But I teach, I teach people how to learn. I teach myself guitar."
Tw guys walk in, he calls them over, I think maybe he knows them.
"Come on guys, I got your seats saved right here. What are we drinking? Das Boot? We getting a boot?"
"Ice water with lemon please."
"See!? I'm bringing people to your bar! Let's get a shot, on me, what'll you guys have?"
The guys look weirded out and go sit a a table far away.
"Hey what's you guys names? Wanna hang out later?"
Then he proceeds to take out his wallet and count money. He looks over to the two women.
"It's like, you see all this money, but it's not real. It's not even mine. I have to use this for bills and my friend gave me some to hold onto so it's not even real."
One of the ladies gets up to go get her car. He starts talking to the other lady.
"Hey, what's your name? What are you doing later today? Wanna hang out?"
"Uh, I'm going home to my husband and kids."
"Oh, oh, I get it. We can't hang out? I know a guy, he used to be a rapper. I love rap. He had this one line, he'd go "get it up her crevice, get it up her crevice" it was sick! He used to get mad honies."
"Sure he did."
I went to the kitchen to see if a to-go was up, Aaron came through to tell me the guy just offered the lady money to hang out with him. I decide that's it. He hasn't taken but two sips of his beer.
"Hey, hey, I was just asking her, where's the massage joints around here? Don't tell me there aren't any, I see the karate places, the cross fits, there's a massage joint."
I narrow my focus to just him and lean in.
"No. No, we don't have massage joints, parlors or brothels here."
He looked at me and recoiled in his seat.
"...I should cash out and leave right now."
Which he then did. I apologized to the lady.
"Oh, when you looked at him he suddenly saw things clearly and didn't mistake your intentions one bit."
"Really? I was trying to hide my anger."
"You didn't do a good job of that, you scared him, which was good, he needed that."
Absolutely no social boundaries and he was just...weird. Greatly off putting to be around. If he were the only one to wander in lately that'd be one thing, but he's one of many weird, single guys that have come in. Gah.
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