It's never boring....
Posted: Mon May 08, 2006 12:18 am
Sunday night. 7 pm to 2 am shift. It's slow. It's so slow, my waitress and I are searching high and low for cleaning projects just to ward off boredom. I wish it had stayed boring.
Around quarter to 1, this group of kids begins stumbling into the bar, blatantly polluted, reeling, barely able to walk. One girl is wearing a tiara. I'm thinking, "It's too early for prom, and homecoming was in October...WTF is going on?" The little princess announces, in very slurred speech, "It's my 21st birthday!!!" in her loudest, screechiest, sloppy drunkest voice. And drops into the nearest barstool. I said, "Before any of you can even make an order, I'm telling, you, don't bother. I'm not serving one single person in this group." They look at me with utter shock and disbelief, and I said that yes, I was serious. They are beyond miffed, and haughtily stomp from the bar, supremely insulted that I won't give them more booze. "We're not even driving, we have a limo!!" they protest loudly. I said "That makes no difference, you're all drunk and you'll get nothing here....there's the door."
When the door closes behind the last of them, I hear something hit the glass, and look out to see a couple of the boys launching their empty cups at the bar. Harmless, really, but I wanted to make sure they understood not to come back, so I went out to confront them.....and found one of them p!ssing on my motorcycle.
I went ape-sh!t. There's about 15 of them, and I start after the one that had his willie out and here come my customers to back me up, 2 on the phone to the cops, a 3rd handing me his phone to call Bullet. (Remember, we live within sight of the bar) I told Bullet I needed him down to the bar, and NOW. A few seconds later, he and the cops pull up at the same time, luckily. All the kids had piled back into the safety of the limo, and Bullet is walking up and down the vehicle, trying to see in and asking me which one p!ssed on my bike. Most of you have seen Bullet's picture. These kids were now terriffied. An angry Bullet is quite a sight.
Making a long story short, I identified the one who had peed on my beloved scoot, and the cops ask if I want to press charges. Of course I do. It's not the chance to get some 22 year old punk thrown in jail, it's the chance to teach these damn stupid kids that they don't run the world and there are consequences for your actions. I am so sick of the attitude of the younger generations thinking they can act any way they choose and not be held accountable. This time, I can do something about it.
Wanna hear the kicker? When I pull up to my house after leaving work, there's the stretch Hummer, parked in front of the apartment building across the street from us. One of the kids is my neighbor. What a treat. That tells me the little prick KNEW who's bike he was peeing on. Our bikes are notorious in the neighborhood. EVERYONE knows them. I can't wait to get this little @$$hole in a court room.
Around quarter to 1, this group of kids begins stumbling into the bar, blatantly polluted, reeling, barely able to walk. One girl is wearing a tiara. I'm thinking, "It's too early for prom, and homecoming was in October...WTF is going on?" The little princess announces, in very slurred speech, "It's my 21st birthday!!!" in her loudest, screechiest, sloppy drunkest voice. And drops into the nearest barstool. I said, "Before any of you can even make an order, I'm telling, you, don't bother. I'm not serving one single person in this group." They look at me with utter shock and disbelief, and I said that yes, I was serious. They are beyond miffed, and haughtily stomp from the bar, supremely insulted that I won't give them more booze. "We're not even driving, we have a limo!!" they protest loudly. I said "That makes no difference, you're all drunk and you'll get nothing here....there's the door."
When the door closes behind the last of them, I hear something hit the glass, and look out to see a couple of the boys launching their empty cups at the bar. Harmless, really, but I wanted to make sure they understood not to come back, so I went out to confront them.....and found one of them p!ssing on my motorcycle.
I went ape-sh!t. There's about 15 of them, and I start after the one that had his willie out and here come my customers to back me up, 2 on the phone to the cops, a 3rd handing me his phone to call Bullet. (Remember, we live within sight of the bar) I told Bullet I needed him down to the bar, and NOW. A few seconds later, he and the cops pull up at the same time, luckily. All the kids had piled back into the safety of the limo, and Bullet is walking up and down the vehicle, trying to see in and asking me which one p!ssed on my bike. Most of you have seen Bullet's picture. These kids were now terriffied. An angry Bullet is quite a sight.
Making a long story short, I identified the one who had peed on my beloved scoot, and the cops ask if I want to press charges. Of course I do. It's not the chance to get some 22 year old punk thrown in jail, it's the chance to teach these damn stupid kids that they don't run the world and there are consequences for your actions. I am so sick of the attitude of the younger generations thinking they can act any way they choose and not be held accountable. This time, I can do something about it.
Wanna hear the kicker? When I pull up to my house after leaving work, there's the stretch Hummer, parked in front of the apartment building across the street from us. One of the kids is my neighbor. What a treat. That tells me the little prick KNEW who's bike he was peeing on. Our bikes are notorious in the neighborhood. EVERYONE knows them. I can't wait to get this little @$$hole in a court room.
