how to get not-served in a bar

[ETA: heh heh heh.]


piss off the bartender.

them:  [making strange noises, repeatedly, and throwing change at the pakistan-earthquake donation jar as though it were a wishing well]

me:  i'm going to ask you to knock that off, guys.

them:  [knock off the coin-throwing, but still making annoying boop-beep-whoop noises]

me:  [as i serve other people]  listen, way i see it, you can keep doing that, or i can serve you, but probably not both.

them:  okay, okay, we'll stop.  [they order]

five minutes later

them:  [resume fucking pissing me off]

me:  okay, they are so cut off.

them:  excuse me, how late is the bar open tonight?

me:  well, i'll be here until 1am, but you guys are done.

them:  what, we're banned from the bar?

me:  no, but you're cut off for tonight, because clearly you've had enough.

them:  no, no, we'll be good!  honest!

me:  that's nice.  we're not serving you any more to drink tonight.  [going about my business]

them:  [grumble grumble, blah blah, etc. etc., look how she's pretending not to listen to us, like a kid, like a teenager, all adolescent silent treatment, we'll just get someone else to serve us, then.]

me:  [to manager, when he pops back in to see how everything's going]  not bad, but those two guys are cut off.

manager:  probably a good idea.

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