Danger Zone

So aside from throwing off my week, I tended tonight instead of my usual Wednesday. Normal as a night working can be ... Until I decided to cut off a few unruly patrons who were getting on my nerves 2 minutes before last call (literally TWO minutes). One of the fine young gentlemen argued that I was "killing their party", but I explained kindly that the party was over and that was the end of the story. He protested some more and to my surprise actually paid his tab - but not surprisingly didn't leave a tip (0.00 isn't a tip right?). They left quietly. End of story. Oh wait not quite. Upon venturing out to start my snow covered car - I noticed that I had acquired a new look to my windshield wiper. It looked like a fancy sculpture in its bent shape and I wasn't sure to laugh or be pissed. I decided to laugh since Pop taught me to always be prepared and I had a spare wiper blade in my trunk. Ah ... Fun.

So I'm sitting here wondering what brings people to do the things they do. Emotion comes in to play yet again I suppose. Was his rage so uncontrollable that he needed to wreak havoc on my beloved vehicle to appease himself? I hope he feels better. Why do people need to vent themselves in such ways? I sometimes enjoy watching people that get cut off when they are overly intoxicated just to see how they react. I have never once had a good response from anyone. Just one of the hazards of my chosen profession I suppose. The good thing is that I don't have to worry about ever serving them again, the downside is that I need to go buy another wiper blade in case I get myself in a jam again. I'm glad I had a good upbringing and that I'm not stupid enough to take out my aggression on other people - only pillows and drywall. I think that people think the whole not tipping thing makes a statement - like I didn't see it coming (or not coming I guess). But to go above and beyond and vandalize my precious baby is just amusing to me. I guess I shouldn't find it too funny because it could have been a baseball bat to my windshield - but well, it wasn't so laugh it up. The best part is that they will deny it all and fight with me when I see them again and tell them I wont serve them. Thanks for the memories and a good dinner table story ....