Two Things That Don't Go Good Together!

Hey, you got your meth on my video poker! No! You got your video poker on my meth! What happens when you put video poker together with a shameless tweaker so high he might never come down? Over an hour of pure viewing pleasure! This guy was so worked up he couldn’t contain himself and was so animated you couldn’t help watching in amazement at his antics. Throwing his arms up in the air, rubbing his face, standing up, sitting down, almost climbing the machine and spilling the contents of his bag all over the floor were just some of his moves. I have to say, anyone that is obviously high and still willing to go out in public just to gamble has a lot of guts or just doesn’t care who knows how much meth he’s using. After gambling for over an hour on several machines and not cashing out a ticket, I would have only one thing to say to this guy. Go get some help! I don’t even care which issue you address first, just go get some help before you hurt somebody or yourself, I think I pulled a muscle just watching!

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Lonely Hot Mess

It was a classic mellow night at the bar, steady but mellow. Everyone was having a good time and then, like it always does, shit hit the fan in the form of two cute girls and more drama than their friends wanted to deal with. It started when they came in and sat at a table full of guys just kicking back and enjoying themselves. That’s when I heard someone mutter “I hate stupid people!” Then I was surprised when one of the guys left the table to come and sit up at the bar. I asked him if I could get him something and he responded “No thanks, I just had to get away from those stupid girls, seriously, they’re hot but Fuck them!” I just laughed and went about my business thinking about how funny it was that even hot chicks scare guys off when they’re acting psycho. That’s when the yelling started and a glass got broken by one of the girls having a drama tantrum. I cleaned up the mess and proceeded to tell her and her friend to leave and not come back since they obviously couldn’t grasp the concept of acting like adults in a public place. I have to say, I have never witnessed four grown men more appreciative of me kicking out hot girls that wanted to talk to them. They hung out until closing and enjoyed themselves, drama free, for the rest of the night. It’s nice to see that I’m not the only one that gets sick of seeing people thinking that they can behave however they want without any consequence just because they think they’re special. Oh, they’re special alright, the kind of special that leaves you outside in the cold because you got kicked out of the bar kind of special.

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Paranoid Much?

Some people have way too much time on their hands. For example, I noticed one of my customers staring intently at a book of matches, so out of curiosity I ask him if everything is ok. He looks at me and says “Do you think it’s a good idea to have matches with your bar’s name on them?” So, having to dig a little deeper into where he was going with this I said “Yes I do, we’ve been doing it for years, and it’s a good cheap way to get your name out there. Why? Do you think it’s a good idea?” I should have known better to end that statement with a question. He responded with something that had never crossed my mind and shouldn’t be a worry to anyone when he said “No I don’t. What if you get arrested and the cops find these matches in your pocket? They are going to know where you have been and they even have your address on them so they know right where to go to find out where you got drunk!” Now, I can’t speak for everyone, but getting arrested is not something I regularly worry about and besides, who cares if they know where you have been drinking if you do indeed get arrested? I think the police are going to have other worries on their hands if you are being handcuffed by them. The only concern the bar might have is if they had grossly over served someone and they were arrested for a DUII. That does not bode well with the local liquor agency, but then that is a whole other can of worms. My response to him was “Could you possibly be over thinking this? You are out to have a good time with your friends. Do you think your time could be better spent talking to them instead of focusing on this trivial issue that you have made up in your head, or possibly trying to talk to some girls?” He looked at me kind of confused and said “There are no girls in here to talk to!” After pointing out several groups of girls sitting in the bar he said “Oh, maybe I am over thinking this whole matchbook thing. I still think it’s a dumb idea though!” Yes, decades of giving away free matches have done nothing but cause us grief. Thank you so much for pinpointing the issue as we are obviously too daft to figure it out on our own. Oh wait, that’s right, there is no issue you paranoid freak.

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The Key To Happiness

There comes a time in everyone’s life where their resolve is tested to the core in a possible life changing moment of clarity that can re-direct their path to a higher state of being. This did not happen to me last night. Instead, I got to witness the pathetic aftermath of a grown woman in her fifties throw her keys at someone she was mad at, hitting one of my co-workers and a customer and then proceed to bawl her eyes out like a scorned thirteen year old girl. Actually, I have a thirteen year old girl that doesn’t behave that poorly, so my apologies to the thirteen year old female community at large for that last statement. But I digress. Alcohol is not for everyone, and in certain situations can make a perfectly rational person a complete monster depending on their state of mind. So, keeping this in mind, if you have been drinking and feel the need to throw your keys at someone, stop and think “Is this going to make me look like a psycho?” The answer will always be yes, it most certainly will.

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The Sophisticunt

“That guy over there with the scruffy beard seems nice, but I just don’t think he’s sophisticated enough for me.” So said the older poorly dressed stuck up weirdo sitting at the bar eating corn chips covered with microwave melted cheddar cheese drinking Diet Pepsi in my dive bar last night. Sorry to burst your bubble sweetheart, but you would be so lucky as to have a nice guy like that interested in you for even a little while. He is nice, polite, always pays for his own drinks and has a job. I have seen some of the “sophisticated” types that come in from time to time and the difference between them and this guy is that he will never talk down to you, make you feel beneath him or try to impress you with money and the important people that he knows. Trust me, you are better off holding out for the guy that will treat you like crap and kick you to the curb when he gets tired of you. It would be big of you to spare us normal folk the pain of being rejected by someone as important as yourself, so maybe you should go eat your trailer trash nachos somewhere more deserving of your presence, that is, if they let someone wearing a grease stained track suit in their establishment.

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