Old Creeps In Bars
You were the older-than-middle-aged dude calling much-younger female bartenders “darlin’” and buying drinks for 20-something (also female) patrons you didn’t know. I was the poor schmuck you stood next to (thanks!) who got to listen to your oozy maneuvers. Ya know, pal, the fact that bartenders and servers are female, friendly and “gorgeous” (as you pointed out repeatedly) is NOT an invitation for gross old goblins like you to act like pathetic creeps. Have you heard the SNFU song “She’s Not On The Menu”? No? Look it up! And next time you’re out for Saturday afternoon bevvies, treat your servers like the people they are, not the decorative objects your shriveled old-man dink wants them to be. /Anonymous
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