I went back to work last night after having three weeks off. It was a Thursday night, so I was the only waitress on, so it made me kind of nervous to be back! Carrying martinis on a tray is not an easy task, and usually the first tray is the hardest, cause I’m not used to the feeling. So after being gone for three weeks, I was thinking that I was not in the swing of things, and that my “game” felt a little off.
First off, my night started out really well cause my friend Niles was there. He’d been calling me since I was in NM to say “Come home! We miss you.” He had also asked me to the Metro Station concert, because he is friends with the band Boys Like Girls (they’re from the next town over, where Niles is from), and they were touring together. But I couldn’t go, cause I was in NM. So he called me from back stage when Metro Station played Shake It (I LOVE that song) so I could hear. Then last night he told me:
Niles: “Oh, I was drinking Patron with the band backstage.”
Me: “I hate Patron.” (really thinking, “I hate you!” Juuuuuuust kidding Niles)
FSC (the local college) is back in session, and that means that college kids will start coming into Destare again, which is good! College kids coming in is a lot of fun, they provide a lot of entertainment, especially on Thursdays (Thirsty Thursday!), when it’s pretty slow otherwise.
So these three college guys come in, and I wait on them. Two of them order drinks (a Sweet Nectar martini, and an Irish Twist (which is a kind of coffee with alcohol), the other doesn’t order anything cause he “can’t afford it.” I ask for ID, and the conversation goes as follows:
Guy: Ohhh…. we only have our One Card (The FSC ID)
Me:You don’t have your license or anything?
Guy: No…..
Me: Well, your One Card doesn’t tell me how old you are
Guy: Yeah . . . .
Me: Uhhh….. so I can’t sell you alcohol.
Guy: Oh, come on!
Me: Uhhh…. no.
Guy: Uh, ok. I guess I’ll just get a cappuccino.
Guy 2: Yeah, me too.
Doofuses. First of all, if you’re over 21, bring your friggen ID! Don’t be a complete idiot. And if you’re NOT 21, don’t be an idiot and try to order alcohol at a bar. But they got their coffees, and a panini, and they seemed happy enough. I checked in on them, and the guy who wanted the coffee was whining, “Come on…. get me an Irish Twist!!!” To which I just said “No!” in a kind, funny, laughing way.
Then, later on in the night, they admitted to being under 21, and that it was their first year at FSC.
Me: How do you like it?
Guy 3: It’s really good!
Me: Yeah? What are your majors? You look like Communications majors
Guy 1 and 2: Nope.
Guy 3: I am.
Me: Let me guess…. a Video concentration.
Guy 3: Yeah!
Guy 2: Wow, she’s good!
Then, at the end of the night, they left me a note on the back of their receipt. I love it when customers do that, and I wish I had saved all the ones I’ve gotten in the past to make a collage! At least I’ll start posting them here, cause some of them are pretty funny.






