Bartender's Prescription for Revenge Last month I'm sitting at a local restaurant sharing service war-stories with the bartender. She and I go back a few years so she knew I wouldn't tell management when she told me her story. Apparently, four men who have been working at a local construction site had been coming in for a couple of weeks being general ass-holes. One guy in particular was being a grade-A prick to her. We'll just call him ass-hole #2,992,232 for anyone keeping records
Anyway, this asshole knew how annoying it was for bartenders to make frozen drinks, but loved to show his power by requesting them. To top it all off, he NEVER tipped.
This one evening, Asshole saw the bartender making some blended drink and asked her what it was she was making. She responded by calling the drink a "Pain in My Ass." This prick ORDERED ONE! Her revenge, however, ranks #1 in my book.
While the drink was blending, she poured double doses of prescription laxative into the blender, thereby rendering anything he had for lunch indigestible! The trick worked remarkably fast too. Within ten minutes, this guy was running to the bathroom looking like he just got a corn-cob shoved up his ass. And that wasn't the only time he had to make a visit either. As the guys were getting ready to cash out, she noticed that he was getting rather anxious again. Being the good bartender she is, her counting back the change slowed down to a crawl. While she was counting, she very casually told him, "Since you never leave me a tip, I decided to leave one for you. DON'T EVER FUCK WITH THE BARTENDER!
As she told me this story, I fell out of my seat laughing, giving her repeated high-fives for the duration of my visit.