You know, I normally have a policy of not bitching at bartenders. They get too much grief as it is. After all, they have to deal with drunks all day (and night). Who the hell deserves that?
But sometimes bartenders give really crappy service, and they deserve to be called on it.
So this afternoon, I'm enjoying the South by Southwest festivities, and after quite a few beers, I decide I better start pacing myself. So I head into Opal Divine's and ask for a water. And the bartender says, "Sorry, all we have is bottled water." Fine, I say, let me have it. I hand over $2 and take my bottle. And then I walk into the next room, and RIGHT THERE is an Igloo water cooler FULL OF WATER with several plastic cups sitting right there. So I indignantly went back to the bartender and said, "You have drinking water RIGHT THERE." And her reply was, "Well, yes, but all we have at the bar is bottled water."
So tell me: HOW FUCKING HARD WOULD HAVE IT BEEN FOR YOU TO TELL ME THAT THERE WAS SOME FREE WATER LESS THAN 20 FEET FROM WHERE WE'RE STANDING? You cost me money, and made me do something bad for the environment, to boot.
So, Ms. Bartender, I hope you're proud of that $2 you raked in for your business (which brought you no tip). It cost you the $15 or so (plus tip) that I probably would have spent on dinner and a beer, but I didn't, because I was so torqued off at you that I just stomped out. Good going. You cost your business $13 or so, plus a hell of a lot of customer loyalty from me.
And don't even get me started on the assholes with Central Parking Corporation who ripped me out of $5 because their signs are completely deceptive. Don't park in their lots downtown. The signs that say five bucks will buy you parking until 6am is a LIE. I'm definitely taking the bus tomorrow.
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