Right before last call last night, a group comes in and sits down. They were already well lubed up. One gentleman proclaims, "I'm going to be a Jackass!! You got a problem with that?" Neither Ansel (clyde wingman) and I say anything, we've seen this before. We serve them one, and as the "Jackass" settles in, he gets, louder...and louder...and more and more vulgar. He began yelling obscenities across the bar. Ansel makes a hand motion for him to keep his voice down because...in fact...he was not the only person at the bar, and was making the rest of the patrons uncomfortable. "Jackass" takes the opportunity to start berating Ansel. At which time Ansel makes the correct move...by saying "It's time to go." We were in fact past last call, and yes, they had, had enough. After a quick stop in the restroom "Jackass" and companion give Ansel the flyby finger....nice.
Fast forward to after the shift. One of our line cooks is friends with "Jackass". And "Jackass" is drunk tweeting about how out of line the Clyde bartenders are, and how he unjustifiably got "86'd".
Moral of the story...if you proclaim you are going to be a "Jackass", you have no ground to complain about the consequences of such actions. I've never seen a grown man act so juvenile. I was tempted to put him in time out, like I do when my own kids bring out their personal "Jackass".
