The child came in, maybe 14, 15 years old, looking for a hot-dog. We don't serve hot-dogs. We did, for a bit, for the 70th anniversary of the ferry landing, at the concession outside, but the kid, he's late, 8:00 PM, and the hot-dogs are done and I know nothing about it, I'm not the hot-dog waiter.
I know nothing about this, I call R#4, he speaks to the kid, gives him the story. No, we don't do hot-dogs.
A few minutes later his pa comes in. His pa, maybe 35, 40 years old, dull, maybe not dull so much as drunk, you get it from the accent, they're Irish.
And he's spoiling for a fight.
"So you won't cook my kid a hot-dog..." he begins, and R4 is dealing with it, "Nope..." he replies "We're all out...".
He's the short man with the chip on his shoulder. He's pissing me off.
Pissing me off, we've a bat behind the bar for exactly this sort of situation...WTF, these people, go to another country, give the locals shit for not being exactly what you expected in your own country (which, if, in Ireland, you're out of hot-dogs, well, then, fuck, I'm pretty sure you're outta hot-dogs)
I know there's Canadians that do the same, I say revoke their passports, everyone that leaves your / our country is an ambassador for it, if you haven't the rudiments of good manners there's no way we're letting you out to prejudice the world against us...And for foreigners, you're guests, dependent on our grace, bloody hell, don't like it? Tell your countrymen. Go ahead. We don't fucking need you. Give us a miss. We've plenty enough assholes as it is.
This Irishman , he's pissing me off, I want to grab the bat from behind the bar and just give him the education he's been waiting for his entire life, his kid, well, he'd be learning too, the rest of the patrons, well, let's be real, no one likes to be told off by a foreigner, full of shit, they've all got bats of their own. It could become a national custom, holiday, beat the shit out of the rude drunk Irishman, we've plenty of space for the body, fuck, we're in the Kootenays, but somehow or another the Irishman mollifies his tone ... "Well, if you're out your out..." ... and takes the menu to consider other options for his hungry child.