Listening to some man scream tell a story about some girls “grilled cheese vagina” at 6:30 pm was not on today’s bingo card.
I heard him loud and clear while pouring beers and he was at a table 20 feet away from me.
I hate when people ask if we carry Tito’s like it’s some obscure thing no one has ever heard of.
On the flip side, there’s people who act like I kicked their dog when we don’t have something dumb like black cherry Windsor.
I am just mad at people in general.
AND so many, “I have a tab under John (or whatever other dumb common name).”
There’s 400 ppl in here my guy, you really think you’re the only one named John?