So some cowboy-like guy walks up to the bar with his buddy. He tells me he wants 4 double ryes. I ask if he wants them on ice, and he just stares at me. And I repeat myself, and he says "rye" as if he's looking down on me. Then I say, "no no sir, would you like ice in those?". His buddy helps him out...
Anyway the gun didn't have a rye button on it (I've never used this gun before) so I ask the bartender beside me and she says to hit "V" on the gun, and it should spit it out. Cool cool. So I'm about to dispense a double, and right when I press the button (it automatically puts in one shot, you can't stop it once it starts) the guy tries to take the glass saying "I want to test if it's rye!" but I couldn't really stop the gun at all, right!
Jesus, what an idiot. I think he was already drunk.
Well, here's the kicker. So the guy is trying to take the glass away while the rye is still pouring, and I'm trying to aim it in the glass the whole time. I couldn't aim it away, or it'd go into my ice, I guess I could've tried to move it back and spill on the counter or something, but whatever, I didn't know what the fuck he was saying anyway. So he just tries to rip the glass away, and some rye shoots onto his sleeve.
K, now I'm sorta worried. He stops. Glares me in the eyes.
"Terribly sorry sir, I can't stop the gun once it starts pouring a shot."
...
"Don't ever do that to me again."
"I'm really sorry, here's some napkins, and I'll pour you another."
"Where do you come from?"
I totally froze. Sure, whatever, I got liquor on his sleeve. But what the fuck.
"Um, I'm Canadian, I was born here in Canada."
He doesn't even look at me as I pour the rest of the doubles.
Honestly, I can't believe these kinds of people are still around.
Anyway the gun didn't have a rye button on it (I've never used this gun before) so I ask the bartender beside me and she says to hit "V" on the gun, and it should spit it out. Cool cool. So I'm about to dispense a double, and right when I press the button (it automatically puts in one shot, you can't stop it once it starts) the guy tries to take the glass saying "I want to test if it's rye!" but I couldn't really stop the gun at all, right!
Jesus, what an idiot. I think he was already drunk.
Well, here's the kicker. So the guy is trying to take the glass away while the rye is still pouring, and I'm trying to aim it in the glass the whole time. I couldn't aim it away, or it'd go into my ice, I guess I could've tried to move it back and spill on the counter or something, but whatever, I didn't know what the fuck he was saying anyway. So he just tries to rip the glass away, and some rye shoots onto his sleeve.
K, now I'm sorta worried. He stops. Glares me in the eyes.
"Terribly sorry sir, I can't stop the gun once it starts pouring a shot."
...
"Don't ever do that to me again."
"I'm really sorry, here's some napkins, and I'll pour you another."
"Where do you come from?"
I totally froze. Sure, whatever, I got liquor on his sleeve. But what the fuck.
"Um, I'm Canadian, I was born here in Canada."
He doesn't even look at me as I pour the rest of the doubles.
Honestly, I can't believe these kinds of people are still around.