You Bitch!
23rd of November, 2017

About

Rube

An Advanced and Magical Blogger at an Unbelievable Price!

Latest Comments

Sturm

Drang

Broodlings

G'scheits - German Blogging

Archives

2003
Mar
2003
Apr May Aug Sep Oct Nov Dec
2004
Jan Feb Mar Apr May Jun
Jul Aug Sep Oct Nov Dec
2005
Jan Feb Mar Apr May Jun
Jul Aug Sep Oct Nov Dec
2006
Jan Feb Mar Apr May Jun
Jul Aug Sep Oct Nov Dec
2007
Jan Feb Mar Apr May Jul Aug Sep Oct Nov Dec
2008
Jan Feb Mar Apr May Jun
Jul Sep Oct Nov Dec
2009
Jan Feb Apr May Jul
2010
Jan Feb Mar Apr Jun
Sep Nov
2011
Jan Oct
2012
Feb Jul Sep
2013
Jan Apr
2014
Mar
2015
Jun
Nov Dec
2016
Jul

How to Act Pissy in a Bar





[Picture] DIC
Man, I’m getting kind of pissy here. My waitress has forgotten me; granted, I’m sitting in the back all by myself. But she knows I’m here. Hell, she even smiled at me earlier. It wasn’t the ol’ “One beer, then get the FUCK OUT OF HERE” look that I’ve gotten used to interpreting, either. It was a look that said, “Wow, you’re cute, whut say I bring you a beer, Sailor?”

Maybe she poisoned my beer with some sort of invisibility drug that’s just come out on the market. I’m sure I’m just overreacting; I’m sure she’s just got a lot going on. As if I give a flying fuck. In our relationship, at least, she doesn’t have fuck-all to do outside of bringing me a goddamn beer at least once a motherfucking hour. How would that be, eh honey? That would be fucking spiffy, eh?

Goddamn, I wish I had a fucking watch sometimes. She finally showed up, then asked if I wanted a beer. Then acted fucking irritated when I said yes. What a fucking cunt. She has earned no tip. But, in order to break the cycle of Bad Tip/Bad Service madness, I’ll give her a tip. Throwing her an undeserved bone, as it were. Hopefully, she won’t misinterpret it as joy of being ignored on my part. I don’t really see how she could. But, sometimes, people’s capacity for self-delusion is nothing short of stunning.

Lordy, my anger’s gone. That’s a good thing, isn’t it? Usually, I would say. Probably depends on the cause. Well, tonight, there’s no more worrying about right or wrong, good or evil. I’m going to finish my beer, go home, and watch a movie. Enjoying the heat, I’ll drink beer, thrill to explosions, watch the cars go by, smoke cigarettes, and ocasionally enjoy the electric sensation of too-vivid memories that spring at me from behind the sofa.

Good night.

Comments

Leave a Comment

    • This field is required.
    • This field is required.
    • This field is required.
  • Comments use Markdown syntax. HTML may be stripped. Preview is your friend.
  • Akismet