- Feb 7, 2005
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This is about 10 years ago when I was younger, dumber and braver 
Was at a bar for a friend's 22nd birthday. It was really late and a weeknight, and everyone in the party was getting ready to leave. Two bartenders were still there, one with a couple of his friends. They in all likelihood attended the college across from the bar. My buddy goes to the bar and asks for a glass of water for out other friend who wasn't feeling so hot.
The bartender says "aw come on, get another drink!" My bud says, "nah, for my friend, he just needs some water."
BT: Another drink would probably make him feel better.
MF: Just the water, thanks.
BT: (laughing with his friends and getting dickish) I recommend some alcohol.
MF: (patience lost) Fine, I'll go to the other bartender.
BT: Nope, I'm gonna tell him not to serve you.
MF: Why you being a dick?
BT: I'm a dick?? (Leans over bar and hits my friend in the face)
Bouncers escort my friend off premises. We all leave. Everyone bitches about it in the car home, but we figure calling the manager will have no effect because the bartender will have his friends vouch for him that some drunk guy hit him first or something. Someone suggests keying his car but frankly no one really planned on doing anything.
Next week, without telling any of my friends, I went back to the bar around 9. Same bartender was there, place was kinda dead. I ordered a beer (in a glass). Made eye-contact with the guy, no look of recognition on his face that I could see. I drink my beer. I go to the bathroom. I fill the beer back up. Not With Water.
I return to the main room, bouncer by the door, bartender doing his thing. Building up my guts but don't see a clear escape path. Then....bouncer gets a phone call and leaves front door unattended. I move.
I go back to the bar. The bartender is helping another customer. I lean over and say:
Me: hey, can you help me with something?
BT: sure, what can I do for ya
ME: can you tell me how my piss tastes?
Enjoy the look of confusion on his face as I throw my glass of urine into his face. Slam the glass down on the counter and book to the door, out, fast as I've ever run in my life, around the corner and down the street to a parking lot around the corner, never looking back. Got in the car, took off.
Shens all you want, true story. Awaiting the "So I'm working in a bar to support my 3 disabled kids and some guy throws piss in my face" response thread.
I found the above a better alternative than waiting for him to leave the bar late one night and kicking the shit out of him. This was more measured IMO. Having his parents killed and fed to him in chilli was also overruled. I wonder if he does a google everyday to track me down
Was at a bar for a friend's 22nd birthday. It was really late and a weeknight, and everyone in the party was getting ready to leave. Two bartenders were still there, one with a couple of his friends. They in all likelihood attended the college across from the bar. My buddy goes to the bar and asks for a glass of water for out other friend who wasn't feeling so hot.
The bartender says "aw come on, get another drink!" My bud says, "nah, for my friend, he just needs some water."
BT: Another drink would probably make him feel better.
MF: Just the water, thanks.
BT: (laughing with his friends and getting dickish) I recommend some alcohol.
MF: (patience lost) Fine, I'll go to the other bartender.
BT: Nope, I'm gonna tell him not to serve you.
MF: Why you being a dick?
BT: I'm a dick?? (Leans over bar and hits my friend in the face)
Bouncers escort my friend off premises. We all leave. Everyone bitches about it in the car home, but we figure calling the manager will have no effect because the bartender will have his friends vouch for him that some drunk guy hit him first or something. Someone suggests keying his car but frankly no one really planned on doing anything.
Next week, without telling any of my friends, I went back to the bar around 9. Same bartender was there, place was kinda dead. I ordered a beer (in a glass). Made eye-contact with the guy, no look of recognition on his face that I could see. I drink my beer. I go to the bathroom. I fill the beer back up. Not With Water.
I return to the main room, bouncer by the door, bartender doing his thing. Building up my guts but don't see a clear escape path. Then....bouncer gets a phone call and leaves front door unattended. I move.
I go back to the bar. The bartender is helping another customer. I lean over and say:
Me: hey, can you help me with something?
BT: sure, what can I do for ya
ME: can you tell me how my piss tastes?
Enjoy the look of confusion on his face as I throw my glass of urine into his face. Slam the glass down on the counter and book to the door, out, fast as I've ever run in my life, around the corner and down the street to a parking lot around the corner, never looking back. Got in the car, took off.
Shens all you want, true story. Awaiting the "So I'm working in a bar to support my 3 disabled kids and some guy throws piss in my face" response thread.
I found the above a better alternative than waiting for him to leave the bar late one night and kicking the shit out of him. This was more measured IMO. Having his parents killed and fed to him in chilli was also overruled. I wonder if he does a google everyday to track me down
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