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So, yesterday, my wife and I made the drive up to Salt Lake City to go meet up with coworkers and have a few beers, play darts, whatever, at an irish pub up there. I'm a beer drinker, and Guinness is one of my favorites, so I'm right at home ordering pints of it, and sipping it casually.
On this, oh glorious day, the entire state packs in to bars and pretends to be able to drink this dessert beer. The end result is a room full of 21-25 year olds who look like they're being force fed lemons. While amusing, this isn't the reason for the thread.
As I finish my beer, I take mine and the wife's glass up to order another round. About this time, I see a guy not far from me climb up on the bar and reach for the bar tender.
BT == Bar Tender
DDA == Drunk Dumb Ass
BT: *shoves DDA off the bar* GET THE FUCK DOWN! NOW! OR GET OUT OF MY BAR!
DDA: *mumbles incoherently, shrugs, and steps away*
*few minutes later, I've got my back turned, talking to the wife, when I hear a loud smack noise. BT is shaking his head at DDA, now laying on the ground.*
A nearby guy is shaking his hand as if in pain, has his other arm around a very pissed off looking girlfriend/wife/lover/whatever, and DDA is out cold. A bar tender who was off on empty pint roundup is pushing people back who are openly laughing at DDA. When the guy comes to, the wonderful Salt Lake police are there to escort him off. He was only out for about a minute tops, but because of it being St Patty's, the police were out in major force, which explains the 25 second response time. A bartender and a few witnesses follow to provide further information to the police.
Sad I missed the action, but oh well. :-D
On this, oh glorious day, the entire state packs in to bars and pretends to be able to drink this dessert beer. The end result is a room full of 21-25 year olds who look like they're being force fed lemons. While amusing, this isn't the reason for the thread.
As I finish my beer, I take mine and the wife's glass up to order another round. About this time, I see a guy not far from me climb up on the bar and reach for the bar tender.
BT == Bar Tender
DDA == Drunk Dumb Ass
BT: *shoves DDA off the bar* GET THE FUCK DOWN! NOW! OR GET OUT OF MY BAR!
DDA: *mumbles incoherently, shrugs, and steps away*
*few minutes later, I've got my back turned, talking to the wife, when I hear a loud smack noise. BT is shaking his head at DDA, now laying on the ground.*
A nearby guy is shaking his hand as if in pain, has his other arm around a very pissed off looking girlfriend/wife/lover/whatever, and DDA is out cold. A bar tender who was off on empty pint roundup is pushing people back who are openly laughing at DDA. When the guy comes to, the wonderful Salt Lake police are there to escort him off. He was only out for about a minute tops, but because of it being St Patty's, the police were out in major force, which explains the 25 second response time. A bartender and a few witnesses follow to provide further information to the police.
Sad I missed the action, but oh well. :-D
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