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I really don’t understand some people’s personalities. To all the people out there who are represented above (and that goes for both sexes): what gears are spinning in your head to make you think that it is completely logical to expect someone to buy you something out of principle?
- I have a voluptuous figure, therefore* buy me a night’s worth of booze.
- I have a raging six pack (muscle group and/or microbrew, take your pick) and aviators with my collar popped, therefore* you should faint whenever I look within 245º of your general direction.
I’m not ranting, I’m just trying to understand people. Maybe that’s the problem.
I guess some people just feel overly entitled.
That being said, the bartender and I had a great time laughing at the incident after it occurred. In fact, it might have been the best thing that could have ever happened. I got a drink on the house because of it, world peace happened the next day and dolphins finally revealed their secrets of how to do underwater Shakespeare.
*Feel free to replace these with ‘ergo’. It sounds more professional.
