I don't care who you are
So I was on bar today, for a christmas party for a construction party. Host bar, but they had to get tickets from those in charge. Once you use up your tickets, you just asked for more. The bar tenders were given a few so that we could give them out to people who had run out. Once their tickets had ran out, and ours, they tried to buy them off of us. Well it doesn't work that way. I just turned them all down.
When the boss came over, he grabbed a bottle of port of my side table and asked for a few glasses, and then just asked me to put it on the tab. Later on, as I noticed he was smoking a cigar. That really ticked me off. I would had gone up to him and told him to butt out, but I was tethered to my bar, and I'm sure he would have given me trouble. (One of his employee's mentioned he was worth two to three hundred million, so I'm sure he would have been to type to not take to me asking him to stop smoking kindly.) I mentioned it to my manager and thought no more of it.
When one AM hit, I was told to close up shop and pack away the bar. I did so, but as always, there were a few more people who wanted drinks. I fobbed most of them off either with a drink or saying I was closed. So Boss man comes over and asks for a beer. At first I said I was closed, but finally relented after his friends fought that he's the man paying for all this. Asks for any kind that's cold. I mentioned all of my beers are on ice. Finally decides on a Heineken. Then he takes a drag of his cigar. So I sprung.
"I'm sorry sir, this is a non-smoking building." The guy mentioned how he already talked to my manager about it. Claims something about how he'll just tip my manager twenty bucks at the end of night and my manager will go away. Then goes on to drunkenly claim how some people follow the law, other don't, and he's one of the ones that don't. Fine, I've said my bit, I'll let it slide. I have a bar to pack away. A minute later, he comes back and asks for a Corona (I believe for a friend). I was so ready for this.
"I'll give you the beer, sir, only after you've put out that cigar." The guy basically has a choice between the cigar and a beer. Decides fairly quickly that the cigar is much better, and doesn't push the subject. Him and another friend were not pleased. I believe one of them went to get my manager. So after the bar has been wheeled away through the door, I was still there putting my back up beer onto a cart. Tony comes over and asks if I still have any beer. "Yes." Then asks if I can give this man a beer. So I opened one up for him. I laughed the whole time in my head.
I don't care who you are, if you are paying the bill or not, I'm the bartender. I'm in charge. I have a legal responsibility. I have a moral responsibility. I have the alcohol on my side of the bar.
When the boss came over, he grabbed a bottle of port of my side table and asked for a few glasses, and then just asked me to put it on the tab. Later on, as I noticed he was smoking a cigar. That really ticked me off. I would had gone up to him and told him to butt out, but I was tethered to my bar, and I'm sure he would have given me trouble. (One of his employee's mentioned he was worth two to three hundred million, so I'm sure he would have been to type to not take to me asking him to stop smoking kindly.) I mentioned it to my manager and thought no more of it.
When one AM hit, I was told to close up shop and pack away the bar. I did so, but as always, there were a few more people who wanted drinks. I fobbed most of them off either with a drink or saying I was closed. So Boss man comes over and asks for a beer. At first I said I was closed, but finally relented after his friends fought that he's the man paying for all this. Asks for any kind that's cold. I mentioned all of my beers are on ice. Finally decides on a Heineken. Then he takes a drag of his cigar. So I sprung.
"I'm sorry sir, this is a non-smoking building." The guy mentioned how he already talked to my manager about it. Claims something about how he'll just tip my manager twenty bucks at the end of night and my manager will go away. Then goes on to drunkenly claim how some people follow the law, other don't, and he's one of the ones that don't. Fine, I've said my bit, I'll let it slide. I have a bar to pack away. A minute later, he comes back and asks for a Corona (I believe for a friend). I was so ready for this.
"I'll give you the beer, sir, only after you've put out that cigar." The guy basically has a choice between the cigar and a beer. Decides fairly quickly that the cigar is much better, and doesn't push the subject. Him and another friend were not pleased. I believe one of them went to get my manager. So after the bar has been wheeled away through the door, I was still there putting my back up beer onto a cart. Tony comes over and asks if I still have any beer. "Yes." Then asks if I can give this man a beer. So I opened one up for him. I laughed the whole time in my head.
I don't care who you are, if you are paying the bill or not, I'm the bartender. I'm in charge. I have a legal responsibility. I have a moral responsibility. I have the alcohol on my side of the bar.