Fuck it. It's my life modo, fuck it.
Here's another story of Doug, followed by what I learned from Doug.
Doug, this guy, man, fuck. This your example of everything not to grow up to. I know I said earlier clearly had money, etc, etc. That is all looking back. Look at my first story if you are confused (above)
4 months go by, Doug doesn't miss a beat. Always, there at 6pm until he just up and leaves or until close. EVERY. FUCKING. DAY. we are open, this guy is here. Wasting his money. Throwing his money away to a restaurant and college student. Tuesday thru Saturday, there's Doug. still not looking at a menu, still not talking, still just leaving random $200 tips. Fucking Doug.
This guy is clearly lonely and looking for any sort of attention he can get. Doug comes in, reads his fucking textbook, and just up an leaves. No check, no bye, just stands up, and strolls out. What the fuck Doug?
So anyway, I see Doug walking in, I go around back and grab a bottle of wine. The wine is sitting there for him, at his table, before he even climbs the 3 steps into the lounge area.
I just smile from the back of the bar. Doug nods his head. There is no book this time, he has an iPad and his phone. Which he always had, just no book, of any kind. Which is unusual.
20 minutes into Doug being there, I literally shit a little bit in my pants. I, for real, shit a bit, from being scared. Doug is drinking his wine, sets his ipad down...
..."Say, Justin, I have a question for you, when you have time..."
This is the first time Doug has spoken to me other than what he wanted or didn't want. Oh shit.
I calmly walk over to his 8 top, with just him there, and ask how what I could do for him. if the wine was ok. what was wrong. anything that crossed my mind. I was in for it. I knew it. fuck.
Doug calmly responds, verbatim, "You're a smart, young, guy, why are you doing this?"
I respond in typical college guy form, "I actually like doing this, and the money is OK."
Doug doesnt miss a beat, "Bullshit, if you're going to try and bullshit me NOW, you're mistaken. So you like breaking up those fights? So you like knowing you get the girls drunk so other guys can take them home? So you like knowing you're just a servant? So you like knowing I can ask anything I want, and you'll do it? So you like when girls only hit on you for free drinks, and when you're off work, they couldn't care less? So you like the fact that you have no control? So you like the fact... etc.... etc.... etc.... etc... etc..."
Doug was the only person there for 3 hours that night. When the next customer came in, finally, Doug said. I'll buy the bottle, let's chat, when the door is locked.
I locked the door at 1am