Storytime
OOH I'm going to enjoy telling this story. Everyone I work with has already heard it. Enjoy.
I was the closing server last Monday- the St. Patrick's Day shift. Working with me were Steffani, Amanda, Christina, and John, and Kyle and Christiana behind the bar. We were busy as shit, but when business slows down, Steffani goes home, then Amanda. Christina is cleaning up her section, getting ready to go home as well, and she tells me that there's a big party in the back by the DJ booth- all staff of a restaurant I worked for last year, Willie's- but nobody I knew. She wanted to go home, but the party was going to be there all night. I tell her it's fine if she wants to close them out, I'll take over, and she can leave when she's ready. She goes, and just as I'm about to go over to the party to see if anyone wants anything, Amanda calls. She says she knows for a fact that a few underage people are going to join the Willie's people, and to be careful serving them. I didn't want to be a bitch and tell them flat out that I didn't trust them, so I went over and I said, "I'm really sorry everyone, but we just got a call that TABC is doing a sting in the area, and I'm going to need to see everyone's ID's over again. If you don't have it, you can't be here after nine, and you gotta go. Sorry."
Most of them- the guys in the party, mostly, pull out their ID's no problem. Were nice about it and joking around. One of the girls shows me her ID and says "I'm a server too. You kick out whoever you need to, baby." But immediately, some of the girls- three in particular, start giving me shit. "We're in here all the time. Christina knows us. John knows us. We never bring our ID's." And I tell them "I'm sorry, but I've never seen you before in my life. If I give you anything without your ID and TABC comes in, it's my ass. Not Christina's or John's." They don't care. They start getting attitudes. I start getting pissed off. Some didn't even bother trying to show their ID's or argue with me. They just didn't say anything. So I tell them over and over: No ID, get out. Not kidding. They're servers- they should know. They didn't listen. I go and tell my manager what's going on, and he goes over. He caves. Lets them stay. Me being a bitch for NO REASON. (Thanks, manager!) He says it's fine that they stay- but tells them they can't come in anymore without their ID's. Like they give a shit. I told him that's fine, but I'm not waiting on them anymore, and they can order from the bartender. I warn Christiana and she refuses to serve them without ID's too.
Anyway, I was really pissed about this all week. A bunch of stupid kids- some who didn't even look sixteen- giving me shit on a long, busy night. I wanted to go over and punch every single one who wouldn't show an ID in the face. Assholes. If TABC HAD come in, I would've gotten fucking arrested. It bothered me all week, and I told every single person on the wait and bar staff about it. I wanted to go to the restaurant without my ID, order and give THEM shit. (But, lucky me, I AM allowed to drink there without my ID- they still have it on file from when I worked there. TAKE THAT, BITCHES. I know it's stupid but I hate them. I hate them so much.)
So the entire bar knows about it.
After the Saturday night shift, about three in the morning on Sunday, I'm sitting around in the office waiting for Ryan to finish counting money so I can get my check out. The safe is hanging wide open and there's a stack of ID's on a shelf. My nosy ass grabs the pile and goes through it to see if any of my regulars were in there, and in the middle of the fucking pile, there's the ID for one of the girls who was giving me shit Monday night. The one who was giving me more shit than anyone. The one who swore up and down that John would vouch for her- and John said he told her he wasn't going to vouch for anyone. The one who tried to vouch for OTHER people, although SHE didn't have HER ID.
This chick doesn't bring her ID into the bar because John and Christina know her- and because she lost it. And not that it'd do her any good in the bar anyway, because she's not 21 until May of next year, that little punk.
I was beyond pissed. I shouted "OMFG Ryan! Look at this bullshit! Look! This is that girl I was telling you about!" Ryan looked it over, he recognized her, and HE got mad. I take it to John and show him. John and I show the bartenders and the rest of the staff. I wanted to be a bitch about it, go to the restaurant, tell her off, tell her to go pick up her ID and keep her ass out of the fucking bar. But I can't. Dammit.
I hope I hope I hope so bad that I'm at the bar next time she tries to come in there. Ooh. It's gonna be sweet.
I was the closing server last Monday- the St. Patrick's Day shift. Working with me were Steffani, Amanda, Christina, and John, and Kyle and Christiana behind the bar. We were busy as shit, but when business slows down, Steffani goes home, then Amanda. Christina is cleaning up her section, getting ready to go home as well, and she tells me that there's a big party in the back by the DJ booth- all staff of a restaurant I worked for last year, Willie's- but nobody I knew. She wanted to go home, but the party was going to be there all night. I tell her it's fine if she wants to close them out, I'll take over, and she can leave when she's ready. She goes, and just as I'm about to go over to the party to see if anyone wants anything, Amanda calls. She says she knows for a fact that a few underage people are going to join the Willie's people, and to be careful serving them. I didn't want to be a bitch and tell them flat out that I didn't trust them, so I went over and I said, "I'm really sorry everyone, but we just got a call that TABC is doing a sting in the area, and I'm going to need to see everyone's ID's over again. If you don't have it, you can't be here after nine, and you gotta go. Sorry."
Most of them- the guys in the party, mostly, pull out their ID's no problem. Were nice about it and joking around. One of the girls shows me her ID and says "I'm a server too. You kick out whoever you need to, baby." But immediately, some of the girls- three in particular, start giving me shit. "We're in here all the time. Christina knows us. John knows us. We never bring our ID's." And I tell them "I'm sorry, but I've never seen you before in my life. If I give you anything without your ID and TABC comes in, it's my ass. Not Christina's or John's." They don't care. They start getting attitudes. I start getting pissed off. Some didn't even bother trying to show their ID's or argue with me. They just didn't say anything. So I tell them over and over: No ID, get out. Not kidding. They're servers- they should know. They didn't listen. I go and tell my manager what's going on, and he goes over. He caves. Lets them stay. Me being a bitch for NO REASON. (Thanks, manager!) He says it's fine that they stay- but tells them they can't come in anymore without their ID's. Like they give a shit. I told him that's fine, but I'm not waiting on them anymore, and they can order from the bartender. I warn Christiana and she refuses to serve them without ID's too.
Anyway, I was really pissed about this all week. A bunch of stupid kids- some who didn't even look sixteen- giving me shit on a long, busy night. I wanted to go over and punch every single one who wouldn't show an ID in the face. Assholes. If TABC HAD come in, I would've gotten fucking arrested. It bothered me all week, and I told every single person on the wait and bar staff about it. I wanted to go to the restaurant without my ID, order and give THEM shit. (But, lucky me, I AM allowed to drink there without my ID- they still have it on file from when I worked there. TAKE THAT, BITCHES. I know it's stupid but I hate them. I hate them so much.)
So the entire bar knows about it.
After the Saturday night shift, about three in the morning on Sunday, I'm sitting around in the office waiting for Ryan to finish counting money so I can get my check out. The safe is hanging wide open and there's a stack of ID's on a shelf. My nosy ass grabs the pile and goes through it to see if any of my regulars were in there, and in the middle of the fucking pile, there's the ID for one of the girls who was giving me shit Monday night. The one who was giving me more shit than anyone. The one who swore up and down that John would vouch for her- and John said he told her he wasn't going to vouch for anyone. The one who tried to vouch for OTHER people, although SHE didn't have HER ID.
This chick doesn't bring her ID into the bar because John and Christina know her- and because she lost it. And not that it'd do her any good in the bar anyway, because she's not 21 until May of next year, that little punk.
I was beyond pissed. I shouted "OMFG Ryan! Look at this bullshit! Look! This is that girl I was telling you about!" Ryan looked it over, he recognized her, and HE got mad. I take it to John and show him. John and I show the bartenders and the rest of the staff. I wanted to be a bitch about it, go to the restaurant, tell her off, tell her to go pick up her ID and keep her ass out of the fucking bar. But I can't. Dammit.
I hope I hope I hope so bad that I'm at the bar next time she tries to come in there. Ooh. It's gonna be sweet.
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