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Edited on Sun Feb-20-05 03:16 AM by Maddy McCall
I'm not talking about your run-of-the-mill drunk people. I'm talking about the obnoxious, snotty type.
I took my kid out to eat at the Mexican restaurant tonight. They have a small bar in the rear of the place. There was a twentyish girl at the bar with several friends. She was TALKING AND LAUGHING SO LOUD, YOU COULD HEAR HER ALL OVER THE RESTAURANT. She was slurring her words, and she dropped, oh, about ten F-words in the first five minutes we were there. She told an unfunny story about putting her cigarette out in someone's food. She bragged about her "red beamer" and she pawed the girls next to her. She had on a boat-neck shirt, and the drunker she got, the further she pulled the neck down. She flashed her belly button at the guys who were sitting at the bar, who didn't appear to be with her group. She banged her palm on the bar and demanded that the bartender bring her a "Jage" (which I learned is a Jagermeister, which she also clarified for the Mexican bartender). Stupid idiot didn't even know that it's pronounced with a Y.
She was so drunk that she had no idea how obnoxious she was. We were sitting a good forty feet away from her, and I heard every word she said, because she was talking as loud as she could without screaming.
The restaurant is a family place, and the bar in the back is usually quiet and low-key. I hate that the drunken brats are going to it now; as long as they go, we'll stay home.
Like I said, my son was with me. Other people had their kids with them, too. I so badly wanted to go knock her off of her barstool. Instead, everyone who was seated at tables near the bar passed glances at each other.
When I paid the check, which you do at the register at the front of the place, the manager asked in broken English how our meal was. I told him that the meal was fine, but the drunk bitch at the bar pretty much ruined it. He didn't understand me. What else could I have done?
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