With a recent DUI under my own belt, (Sorry mom.), I've began taking great care in making sure my guests make it home safely. So when a guy walks in, orders shots from the other bartender, then tosses the shot glass at my face as i'm washing dishes I no longer have to fight the urge to hurdle over the bar and start swinging, I have to fight the urge to dial up ABC cab.
You see, I've come to find that a drunk persons worst enemy is a cab. Or so they think.
We cut the guy off, gave him a water, and then watched him try to leave.
"Hey! It's Kristina from Bailey's...again...we need a cab. No i don't have an address. He won't give it to me. I know. I know."
Even the cab drivers know that the odds are against them. Most of the time the person they're picking up sneaks off and drives home.
This one ended in following the fellow to his car, writing down his license plate number, and calling the cops.
Now you tell me, who would you rather have pick you up? A cab or a cop?
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