He’s a story from my night. 13 years bartending and this scenario (while isolated to only a small portion of bartenders) always pisses me off.
So a random comes in tonight. He tries to order a drink from me by asking for “that one blue drink”. I explain to him that I am colorblind, and while I know that it had to have Blue Curacao in it, he’s going to need to give me a drink name.
He thinks it’s funny that I’m colorblind.
A while later, he orders another drink. I make and deliver the drink. He then stops me….
HIM: This drink isn’t the right color of yellow!
ME: …You know… You’re right! That drink is a particularly odd shade of fuck you, isn’t it!?
I don’t care if it is the holidays. I’m not changing my attitude!