Call Him a Cab
I used to bartend and waitress at a pub back in the day. One evening, a guy came in and sat down at a table for two. I asked him if he wanted a drink. He ordered a drink, then told me that he was waiting for a girl but would like to order food for when she arrived.
He waited for a bit while I served him a couple of drinks. An hour passed. He kept looking at his phone occasionally and drinking. At some point, he finally came up to the bar and told me he thinks he’d been stood up. He ordered a couple more drinks and pounded them back.
He was starting to look and sound considerably worse. Still, he ordered a couple more drinks and I told him to wait a bit. He convinced me to get the drinks for him anyway…by telling me he was just going to drink them and leave.
And that’s what he did…except, just as he was about to exit, the most unexpected thing happened. Who should walk in at that very moment but his date? She was still wearing scrubs, looking pretty disheveled. She was clearly coming from some kind of medical work.
She apologized for being late. I then got to serve one of the most awkward dates ever. He was completely intoxicated from all the drinks he’d had while waiting. I honestly probably shouldn’t have given him that last drink or two. They made some small talk and it was terribly awkward.
At one point, he got up and went to the bathroom. Twenty minutes went by and he didn’t come back. Finally, one of the male servers walked up and told her that her date was having some troubles in the bathroom. Apparently, he was sitting on the toilet and bawling his eyes out.
We asked her to get him out of there. We called him a cab and she pretty much shoved him into it before running the heck away. Story credit: Reddit / littleredhoodlum