Pop a wheelie

And she did. You'll understand. Weekend of work wasn't very exciting. Today the same old ladies battled their bill. They still tipped, so that was nice.

Here's a story from long ago!

At my first waitressing job, BBB, the alcohol flows quite generously to the patrons. BBB is a busy bar and eatery....I hesitate to call it a restaurant because I believe it is far from. Anywho, there is a karaoke night there. One particular evening a group of women came in, one of which was in a wheelchair. They sat for a while ate and drank and what not. I'd say a solid hour in, basically as soon as karaoke began, it was clear there was going to be some issues. The woman in the wheelchair downed about 3 tall Jack and Cokes beforehand. She was the first to sing. From there, a tirade of sorts. Wheeling about the bar she became increasingly belligerent. At first it wasn't so bad, she did pop a wheelie, but almost fell backwards in the chair. I was a confused mix of amused and concerned. After being denied the request for another drink, she came up to the bar and slammed her hands on it so hard that the whole thing shook. From there she went to the elevator, where the bar back was unloading some things. She called him a motherfucking faggot. He did nothing to her to warrant that of course, but it is a prime example of how uncontrollably drunk she was. The worst part was her friends didn't seem to care. No concern of any sort. We even asked them to keep her under control because it was getting to the point where she was harassing other customers. They didn't. It was sad to be honest.

We didn't see her again until months and months later. She did not get shit faced. I was glad. Perhaps she learned her lesson that it's not cool to be a sloppy mess, although we've all been there. Maybe she just wasn't in the mood. I'll never know. What I do know is that I'll never forget the show that woman put on and how casually her friends ignored it.

Moral of the story is, whiskey makes you do crazy stuff.

Fin