Talking Back
On one particular night, we were closing up and the tables were empty except for the bar. I was sitting at the end of the bar, resting my legs.
The manager, who was also the bartender and a good friend, was behind the bar. This guy was sitting two seats away from me with an old British lady, and two of the cooks were sitting at the other end, speaking Spanish. The guy and the old British lady were trashed and belligerent.
The British lady started yelling at the cooks, saying, “This is not your country. Go back to wherever you belong. You guys are useless”. I don’t tolerate prejudice, so, naturally, I got livid. I made sure to put her in her place.
I started yelling at her saying, “Who are you to say that you are better than another person. You’re an immigrant yourself, hypocrite”.
Then she started mumbling jibberish back at me, and I told her to get out and never come back. fuzzydunlop45