There is nothing more inspiring than getting to work, starting to get settled in for the shift and have a grown man interrupt your conversation with another customer by standing up off of his bar stool, leaning over the bar with his hand raised like a first grader yelling “I need a grilled cheese sandwich!” This is after listening to him and his cohorts talk about who they know in town loud enough for others to hear, hoping they understand how important they are in the community and belittling people that aren’t from here. I love entitled “I’ve lived here my whole life and this town is turning to shit” locals that act like children and disrespect people that work in local establishments because they think they’re special. After Timmy (we’ll call him Timmy) got his food and ate it like a child, getting it all over the counter, was cut off and cashed out, he came back about twenty minutes later, only to be turned away because of his previous behavior. He was none too happy, stating “I don’t know what you’re talking about, I haven’t even been in here today!” I’m sure he’ll be bitching about how his small town has changed to his friends at the next meeting of the minds. I’m not saying that changes are good or bad, but they do happen, and you don’t need to act like a dick about it, drunk ass.