Mario Villegas Seattle - A quick look around the room tells the story. The guy in the corner booth...the one with the irritated expression...has a drink sloshing over the rim with little pieces of sopping paper napkin stuck to the sides. The woman to his right is miffed…the cigarette she just lit has turned into a soggy mess because the ashtray the bartender left her was wet on the inside.
She looks a lot happier, though, than the guys in the suits at the bar. They've been waiting easily ten or twelve minutes with empty glasses and an over-flowing ashtray. The impatient rapping of their glasses on the bar is a sure sign they're a lost cause. A few short minutes later the two briskly head out the front door with the deportment of men who have tolerated enough bad service for one night.
The problem is that the bartender is otherwise occupied -- occasionally making drinks for the servers, washing a glass or two and flirting with the coed sitting by the station is about all the young man can handle.
She looks a lot happier, though, than the guys in the suits at the bar. They've been waiting easily ten or twelve minutes with empty glasses and an over-flowing ashtray. The impatient rapping of their glasses on the bar is a sure sign they're a lost cause. A few short minutes later the two briskly head out the front door with the deportment of men who have tolerated enough bad service for one night.
The problem is that the bartender is otherwise occupied -- occasionally making drinks for the servers, washing a glass or two and flirting with the coed sitting by the station is about all the young man can handle.