Yes, there is a line, but there is also the reality that if I work a shift and am not touched inappropriately then I assume someone, or everyone, is mad at me.
I give them credit for calling it, but lets face it, this one was a little easy.
As long as you tip me like you think I’m interested…
Still not the weirdest thing someone has woken up with inside them after a night of drinking.
This is way too close too home. Either someone has no clue how to order, or someone doesn’t understand sarcasm, or someone doesn’t want me to scalp them…
Future bartender… Maybe future serial killer. I mean, it’s a very, very similar skill set.
I’d like to make an edit to the saying “Two guarantees in life, death and taxes.” “Three guarantees in life: Death, taxes and morons in a restaurant or bar.
Last night’s favorite conversation. The place I work in is a small bar in Berlin, Germany and completely packed. A customer walks up to the bar and squeezes in between people sitting there while I’m […]
You say playing along… But I feel some angry undertones there… My kind of place.