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Mike Vick gets me thrown out of a bar in St. Louis
Tonight a friend and I head out for a few beers. We usually start out at bar 1 (The Majestic) and then head to bar 2 (Rosie's) for a nightcap. The bartender at bar 2 is almost always a dick to everyone, but we have thick skin so we just ignore it as part of the schtick at this dive bar.
Tonight we go to Rosie's for our nightcap, and we almost immediately hit it off with a cute blonde who is there with her English bulldog. She eventually gets up to go to the bathroom, so my friend and I head to the bar for another round. Whilst there I also ask the bartender to fill up the dog's water bowl that is sitting on the floor. The following conversation ensues: Me: Um, would you mind re-filling the dog's bowl? Him: WTF do you mean? Me: Could you please give the dog more water? Him: Why the [censored] should I? Me: He is thirsty. Him: I have already filled it up three times. [censored] the dog. Me: Are you Mike Vick or something? Him: Get the [censored] out! I mean it. Now. Note: My friend and I go here frequently and always leave a generous tip. The bartender knows us by name. The bar was empty (as usual). Did I make a completely inappropriate joke, or is the bartender just an [censored]? |
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