Things I Learned from Inauguration Weekend
1. I am an asshole. Two people told me so! The second was last night, when I was admittedly near the end of my normally endless rope:
Int., a bar, 10 minutes til close. 50ish Man approaches.
50ish Man: (hoarsely.) I bought a round of beers for my friends before last call and now your doorman isn't letting them in.
Me: Yeah, we can't let anybody in after last call.
50ish Man: But I bought them beers.
Me: I understand. But I can't let them in.
50ish Man: But I bought them beers.
Me: Yes. But by that logic, you could by 50 beers and invite your friends over at 5am to help you finish them off.
50ish Man: So there's no middle ground here?
Me: Sorry, no.
50ish Man walks back to his table. Two minutes pass.
50ish Man walks to the bar with four beers.
50ish Man: I'm not paying for these beers. You can call the cops.
Me: OK.
50ish Man: I'm not paying for them.
Me: Sounds good.
50ish Man walks back to his table, sits down.
50ish Man: (yelling.) Fuck you, asshole!
Me: OK.
50ish Man: (tantruming.) I've been coming to this bar since 1986!
Me: That's fascinating, since it wasn't established until six years later.
50ish Man: You're an asshole!
Me: OK. Oh, and also, you get to leave now.
Scene.


