Bar stories (caught up)

So I have a few interesting bar stories that I feel need to be posted for everyone elses entertainment.

The first one involves one of my regulars. He keeps trying to buy me a drink while I'm working. I choose not to have one because A) I'm only 20, B) My boss knows how old I am, and C) I don't want to risk my job because they want to buy me a drink. Me denying him doesn't stop him it only slows him down for the night. Anyway, since Ive been turning him down he thinks that I don't drink at all. Then he came to the conclusion that I am an innocent girl. Then he suggested that maybe because I'm so innocent I need to join a convent. I guess it couldn't hurt. They take you in and keep you clothed and fed.

The second involves the same regular (you can see a pattern). He had noticed one of my tattoos because when I was reaching for something my shirt came up slightly and he saw it. He mentioned it and then we got on the topic of my tattoos. How many I have? Where are they? Stuff like that, the usual. Then he asked if I had a mouse tattooed down there, because what eats mice? Of course I don't. He was a little disappointed. But then he suggested that I get it.

The last story isn't really a story but a recap of Friday night. Friday night was of course taco night. So our kitchen help, Brett, was there. And he was flirting a little even though he has a girlfriend, but it was just something that kept the night entertaining. And my regulars came in as usual. At the end of the night though my boss decided to would be a good idea to scare the crap out of me. He explained that he had sold the bar. Luckily the guy that bought the bar is going to keep the bar as is and not change it into a completely different business. He said that the new guy might hire me on. (Fingers crossed) He explained that their going to be having a meeting about it some time soon in the future.

*Note: Picture found through yahoo.

Getting Away With Being An Old Guy!

I love the old guys at my job.

They come in and hang out almost everyday that I work. I really cant say about the days I don't work since I'm not there.

But they like to give me advice.

They told me I need a sugar daddy.

And tonight I'm told I need to go into the career of dressing in leather and shaking my ass.

They just make me laugh how could you not love and old, perverted, old guy (I know I said old twice).

They always seem to know how to make my night.

Drinks are on me!

Not really. Sorry for getting you hopes up.

If you haven't read my earlier blogs I work at a bar at the tender age of 20.

It was taco night. They were amazing. Homemade taco shells deep fat fried. Wow I love food way to much.

Note that the food in the picture is not the taco from the bar but picture courtesy of Yahoo and the closest picture I could get that looked like the actual thing.

So anyways. Since I only started about a month ago and have never bar tended before I am still learning stuff. And its kind of interesting to learn some of the things I do.

So the night started off pretty good. Then a little later into the night in strolls a guys I'm strongly disliking at the moment and his whore looking girlfriend. Sorry about the whore comment but that's the was she dressed. She was wearing a short skirt and a low cut top not to mention she has giant boobs.

So why do I strongly dislike this person. We have a history 'nough said. But Ill shorten the story just for you. Boy likes girl, girl likes boy. Things didn't work out because the boy was to dumb to realize what he had. Boy gets a new girlfriend, then when said girlfriend is out of town boy invites first girl over to drink and lies to her.

I think I did pretty good summing it up for you.

So back to the bar. Now can I really hate on this person, not really when hes drinking in the bar. He provides most my tips. I love drunk people!