#bartender problems

i used to bartend in one of those big chain restaurants where there's serves and then usually one, sometimes two, bartenders making drinks for all the servers while taking care of the people eating/drinking at the bar

one slow thursday morning, 2 servers called out but it was mostly okay since it was so slow. there was one person at the bar and one family sitting at a table in the bar area but not very close to the bar

so im mindin my business, prepping strawberries and drink mixes and making hella mimosas when a woman at the table SNAPS HER FINGERS at me. naturally im immediately angry and naturally i ignore her. she's not at my bar and her server is getting soup like chill out woman. but then she snaps at me AGAIN and says something along the lines of 'um EXCUSE me bartender?' and i look up just like 'WHAT'

she then insists is get her an arnold palmer, has super specific requirements on the lemonade to iced tea ration, makes me remake it TWICE, and then has the AUDACITY, the unmitigated GALL to complain about me to my manager.

At the pub where I work, we are accepting both card and cash payments. A lot of people appreciate that they can use cash, as there a lot of places currently refusing to accept it.

So I have a table ask for their bill, I bring it over, he asks if he can pay cash. I say yes, no problem, and he gets out his wallet and jokes that "it's clean, don't worry; I washed it this morning". I laugh it off, and THEN... this guy, in a GLOBAL FUCKING PANDEMIC, gets out his cash, LICKS HIS FINGER, counts it out and hands it to me. Man I held that cash at arms length like it was a ticking bomb and downed my hands in sanitiser once it was in the till. To add to it all, I was cashing up tonight so had to touch it again when counting the till, cue a shed load more sanitiser.

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