The Outside Drink, the Interrogation, and the Exit
A guy walked in carrying a to-go coffee, which I immediately clocked because our bar does not allow outside beverages. Instead of looking for somewhere to throw it away or just giving it to me, he tossed it inside the booth where our security sits. I already hate him.
When he sat down, I was placing a coaster in front of him, and he tried to give me a fist pound while asking, "Didn't this place used to be a Hard Rock Cafe?"
"Nope. It's been the same bar for over 40 year."
"Are you sure?"
😑😑😑
He follows it up with, "Where's Shout House?"
"That bar is right around the corner. Can I get you a drink?"
"No, I'm good."
And he walks out.
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