What On Earth is This?
I was a bartender at a theater. On an incredibly busy night when we are well understaffed, an old guy ordered a Jack Daniels, then proceeded to blank when I asked him, “Would you like ice with that?”
Instead, he sat there chatting with his friend while other customers were desperately clamoring for my attention. After some thought, I put ice in as it’s the more popular option.
He then turned back and looked at his drink. His reddened face said it all—angry and disgusted, he complained,
“What on Earth is this? I don’t want ice”. Flustered, I fixed his drink while apologizing profusely. He still continued to look at me like dirt, paid, scoffed, and walked off. Tallemiex