Tonight, as usual, I tried to have a good night, hanging out with the Pirate Chicks.  I like them.  And, overall, they give me great insight.

     But…

     Our place-of-choice was, as usual, sub-optimal.  This required me to go to the bar on many occasions to get our drinks, because the service was, typically, sub-optimal.

     And what should happen, just before I left, if one of the servers didn’t come and sit down at our table, telling us all her hopes and dreams, about how she’s going to be a clothing designer?  She’s so much better than “this place?”  How she’s going to move away from Knoxville, and get a “real life?”

     And when I offer her a bit of advice, she says: “I’m not gonna sit around here talking to some f&*#ing bald guy!”

     Let’s see …

     Waitress?

     Old enough to be her father?

     Experience, maybe?

     Already been to the countries she dreams of visiting?

     Know more people than she ever will, most probably?

     No.  Doesn’t matter to her.

     *shrug*

     Long story short, bouncer, bartender, and both of them told me I didn’t do anything wrong.

     “She’s drunk, dude, and being a bitch.  Sorry, man.”

     “I am so sorry, and I don’t know what happened, but you’ve always been sweet to me.  And you’ve — Oh, Thanks!”

     *shrug*

     It’s all about Customer Service, to a very large degree.  Don’t insult your customers.  And if you do, apologize.

     And if you’re a drunken idiot, at least have the couth to say, “I’m drunk.  Bye.”

     Wish I could drink while I worked … *rolls eyes*