An entitled jerk talks down to me as I'm cleaning his table for the restaurant they were eating at,

as he called me a phrase that truly insulted me on a deep personal level.

But after I demanded that he apologized to me right now, he decided to mock me further,

forcing me to escalate in a way that he truly did not expect.

And I'm now honestly so glad that I got those guys kicked out.

Here's what happened.

Okay, so this happened last Saturday, and I'm still mentally replaying the interaction, so I decided to write it out to try and move my brain on from it. I'm a 42-year-old male, and I work as a server at a busy neighborhood bar with good food near a major sports arena in a top three United States City. A professional hockey game had just ended at around 10 o'clock p.m. on Saturday, and as expected, we got the third rush of the night within

30 minutes of the final whistle. The table nearest the door had opened up, and it being the only

available table in the room, combined with the fact that our establishment does not generally

need a host so we don't have one, it was quickly beset upon. Now, as it was still covered in empty glassware and food debris, I rushed to clear it and clean the tabletop to make room for the people that would be sitting there. A group of four men in their mid to late 40s who had ordered drinks at the bar stood over as I cleaned it, and I said to them, just give me one second to clean this table for you guys. Well, the conversation that followed is the most ludicrously rude interaction I've ever had with a guest in my 29 years of the business. This guest laughed at his buddies and said, yeah, clean my table, loser, although he didn't say loser and instead called me the B word. And by B word, I mean the common phrase used for

female dog, if you know what I mean. Now, at this point, I was finishing cleaning the table and I said to him, excuse me, do you want to rephrase that? While this guy was still laughing, he looked at me and said, yeah, clean my effing table. And then he called me the B word again. Now, I was finished cleaning and the guest was now seated. So I said to him, did you seriously just call me that twice within seconds

of meeting me? This jerk then said, yeah, man, it was just a joke. I responded by saying, calling someone that you don't know that name isn't a joke. That's not even remotely funny. The guest tried to say that it was all good, but I said to him, no, it's not all good. Do you want to stay in this bar?

Because if you do, I'm going to need an apology out of you. Am I clear? Now, this guy reacted quite strongly. He looked at me and said, whoa, are you serious right now? But I responded and said, do I look like I'm joking? You are out of here if I don't get a sincere apology out of you this second. This guy then responded by saying, wow, man, I was laughing the whole time. It was clearly a joke. You've got to be effing kidding me.

But I said to him, well, the joke is that you call the grown man clearing your table the B word in front of all of your buddies not once but twice.

Now look me in the eyes and apologize right now. At this point, this guy's leaning forward and is making the most sarcastic beg for forgiveness hands I've ever seen in my life. And then he looked to me and said, I'm so effing sorry. And you could clearly tell he was mocking me. At this point, I looked over to the friend who was still present. And I asked them, is this your friend? Do you support this kind of crap? This guy who is clearly uncomfortable

at this point says, hey, I just met him tonight, but he seems like an okay guy. Now, I'm a fairly

new employee who has had some awkward interactions with a very small number of guests that turned

out to be longtime regulars, our regulars, of whom there are hundreds going back 15 years, are

extremely protective of this bar, which is an amazingly warm and

welcoming neighborhood joint with a truly beautiful family vibe that can sometimes get a bit rambunctious.

So you can say I'm a bit on eggshells about my job security, and I let that fear of losing

what is an amazing job, stop me from just throwing these jerks out myself, for the sole fear

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