Ohhhh...you're THAT guy......

The bar was hopping on Friday night….the entire lounge was in full swing….and then, at the bar, we got “That guy.” And I don’t mean that in a positive way. These are the guys who can impress the hell out of themselves. They are a legend in their own mind.

The other bartender who was working with that night, knew him (sort of) from the last place she worked. Our regulars seemed to know him also, although no one was rushing over to talk to him. I fact, it appeared that they were all doing their best to ignore him. Interesting.

I was at the far end of the bar and noticed things were getting a little hectic by the service bar, so I went over and asked the other bartender what she needed. She said she needed milk, for a drink, so I went and got it. When I came back, she told me it went in the large glass that was sitting on the counter. I was wondering what was in the glass, since it was mostly full of a dark brown liquid. So I put the couple ounces of milk in it, went to hand it to her, and she told me it went to “him.” Ohhhhh…wait a minute, she’s avoiding him. As I set the drink down, I noticed he also had a beer in front of him.

Turns out the large drink was a White Russian, which is usually served in a MUCH smaller glass. Odd combo, a beer and a White Russian. A couple of minutes later, when the White Russian was about a third gone, he told her to top it off. As she was doing so, he told her there was no charge for that. She said there was, she was gonna charge him for another drink. (He seemed to make her feel a little uneasy.) So I backed her up and said, “Yes, there is a charge for that. It’s not free.” He informed me that no bar in the city, no bar in the country charged him for that, since he was good for business. Really? Quite full of himself, don’t you think? And after listening to him talk for about 15 seconds, I realized that this was not his first stop, he was toasted, and would not be served anymore drinks.

When I had a minute, I asked the other bartender who he was…..”I don’t really know him! He used to come in where I worked before! He’s asking me all kinds of questions about my family! He doesn’t even know how many kids I have!”

Enough said…he’s that guy who thinks he can familiarize himself with everyone by asking questions he’s got no business asking…he makes everyone uncomfortable….and is totally oblivious to the fact that everyone is ignoring him. So he wanders over to table and starts talking to them.

Okay, I looked at her and said , “He’s cut off.” she very quickly and wholeheartedly agreed. Luckily he decided to leave on his own, and cashed out. When he left, he forgot his cell pone on the bar. Not wanting any confrontation, I left the cell phone and the tip money sitting on the bar, in case he claimed he had just gone to the restroom, and what happened to his money. A few minutes later he came back to retrieve his phone. He also picked up some of the tip money he had left.

You’re a real class act, guy. Good thing there’s not too many of your ilk around……sure, bars all over town know who you are….because you’re an ass, and everywhere you go, they are counting the minutes until you leave.