Ever wondered what the person serving your drink when you’ve had ten too many is thinking about you?
Well wonder no longer, because now we have an answer, courtesy of a Reddit thread.
The opinions range from bartenders who take their jobs really seriously and have opinions on all customers, to those who really just don’t give a f*ck.
That might be because they’ve finally realised most people are idiots and not worth bothering with, or just because it’s a temporary job for them.
So without further ado, here is what bartenders think. Apparently.
So there was drink discrimination…
Just know what you want to order when the bartender gets to you. Don’t be like make me something fruity.
If someone orders a Midori Sour, they get carded. No one orders one unless they are 12.
And those who only cared about the cash…
Ironically, I always found the guys who got the girly drinks tipped better. And that’s the only way I cared to judge my patrons.
And the downright odd opinions…
All you have is Bud Lite? Disgusting, I’m a Coors lite man. That there is a quality beer.
Yeah this guy is a f*ing idiot. (I’m not judging this man on his drink of choice. I’m judging him for his sheer hatred towards a beer that is practically the same as his preferred beer.
I have a friend who recently went on a rant about how a drink defines a person and what you have in your hand is who you are and a conversation starter, blah blah blah.Advertisement
Then he says “Me personally, I’m a cape cod guy”. I lost all respect for him after that statement.
This guy just doesn’t care…
Do I think that you’re a dumb college girl or a gay man if you order something “girly” and sweet?
No. I’ll think you don’t like the taste of alcohol and peach schnapps is delicious. Do I think you’re a little inexperienced if you order a “Cuba Libre”? Most likely, but that’s okay. Do I think you’re tough if you order a nice scotch?
No. Do I think less of you if you order Bud Light if we have craft brew available? No. Everyone has their reasons. Do I think less of people for what they order? Almost never.
If I do, it’s about the person’s delivery of the order, not about what the order is.
Not even sure what to make of that…
As I’ve said in a similar post, the most baffling encounter I’ve ever had was when Lt. Commander Worf ordered a prune juice, chilled. Some kind of warrior he is.