Jessica is a nasal 18 year old girl. She is pretty but wears hairstyles that make her look matronly. She was a busgirl but recently became a waitress. Her and I got into a little argument a week ago. I am over it but she isn’t. I try to talk to her about it, but she lies and says that she has nothing against me while ignoring me otherwise. I chalk it up to the fact that she’s only 18 and practically still a child who needs to learn about forgiveness. However, it’s still a pain in the ass working with her.
On this particular night I’m bartending. I walk in and greet Jessica. She ignores me as she has for the past week. When I’m behind the bar, she faux-sweetly asks me for change, milk, lemons, and anything else she needs from behind the bar. I keep in mind how rude she’s been to me for the past week while waitressing beside her, but how tonight when I’m the bartender she’s all nice to me. She needs a beer. I take the bottled Heineken out of the fridge, make sure she’s not looking, and shake it up really hard. I leave it on the service section of the bar. Eddie, a food runner, comes up to the bar and starts chatting with me. I watch the service area out of the corner of my eye while only half listening. Jessica comes up to retrieve the Heineken. She removes the top of it with the beer opener on the side of the bar and it explodes all over here. She sets it down and foam pours over the neck of the bottle.
“What the…”
She has a look on her face like she can’t fathom what had just happened. What on this earth would make a bottle of beer explode when opened? Her little 18 year old brain can’t comprehend the complexity of it all. I can’t help but smirk. Her reaction was just what I had hoped for. I know it's silly, I know it's immature. But she shouldn’t have messed with the bartender.
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