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Tonight, my aunt's bar was brimming with customers, some drinking while others munched on peppered beef.
I had come over to help her with the customers because most of her staff had left for the holiday.
Just by the door of the bar sat a lone man, with 7 empty bottles of Heineken on the table before him.
I had been serving him since he arrived shortly before 3 p.m., with his last order being ten minutes ago, around 7:15. The man never ordered meat, nor rice, nor the several grilled fish on our menu, just beer, beer, and more beer.
I was beginning to worry that another sip from his almost-finished bottle would cause his already inflated stomach to burst, when the man called for me. I rushed over from the serving counter to meet him by the door.
Me: You called me, sir.
Him: *slurring* Yeeesss, cooome. Come... *pointing to other customers at their own tables*... Are those people or are those chairs or am I just drunk?
Me: *smiling* Those are people, sir.
Him: If theeey're people, then give theeem drinks, one bottle for each. If they're just chairs, organize them 'cause more people are coming.
Me: *smiling cause I've just landed a good one* So, I should give everyone one bottle of drink?
Him: Yes.
Me: Okay, sir... *tries to leave but the man pulls me back by my shirt*...
Him: Do you drinnnk, boyyy?
Me: Yes, sir, I do. I do.
Him: Then take a bottle, too. Take five if you want.
Me: *smiling* Thank you so much, sir. Thank you.
Him: Don't worry. I'm just happppyy today. Happyyy... *I try to leave but he calls me back again*... Wait, boy, is that a person passing on the road?... *he's pointing outside*...
Me: Yes, sir.
Him: Then give him a drink. One for the road... *looks back*... Who's that person behind your counter?
Me: That's my aunt, sir.
Him: Give her one bottle, too. One bottle for everyone.
Me: Okay, sir... *I leave to our counter and begin serving everyone drink, courtesy of the man. Each person I offer a drink turns to the man with thanks blabbing from their oily lips*
—10:25 p.m.—
Most of the people in the bar have already left, but the man is still sitting near the door by himself. Since we'll be closing soon, I go over to offer him his bills...
Me: *handing him the bill* This is your bill, sir.
Him: *peers at the paper* So all these are the bills of the beers you gave?
Me: Yes, sir.
Him: How many did I take from here?
Me: You took 8 bottles, sir. The remaining 61 bottles are the ones I gave out.
Him: So, I'm also paying for the drinks you gave out?
Me: *smiling* Yes, sir.
Him: Are you stupīd? Why did you give people drinks without collecting money from them?
Me: *heart starts pounding* But you asked me to give it to them, sir.
Him: Did I ever say I was going to pay for their drinks, eh? Moreover, must you do what I asked you to do? So, if I ask you to jump into fire now, you'll do it.
Me: But sir—
Him: Don't but sir me... *slams some notes on the table*... This is 5 thousand naira for the 8 bottles of beers I drank. You can collect the rest of the money from the people you gave out the drinks to.
Me:
I had come over to help her with the customers because most of her staff had left for the holiday.
Just by the door of the bar sat a lone man, with 7 empty bottles of Heineken on the table before him.
I had been serving him since he arrived shortly before 3 p.m., with his last order being ten minutes ago, around 7:15. The man never ordered meat, nor rice, nor the several grilled fish on our menu, just beer, beer, and more beer.
I was beginning to worry that another sip from his almost-finished bottle would cause his already inflated stomach to burst, when the man called for me. I rushed over from the serving counter to meet him by the door.
Me: You called me, sir.
Him: *slurring* Yeeesss, cooome. Come... *pointing to other customers at their own tables*... Are those people or are those chairs or am I just drunk?
Me: *smiling* Those are people, sir.
Him: If theeey're people, then give theeem drinks, one bottle for each. If they're just chairs, organize them 'cause more people are coming.
Me: *smiling cause I've just landed a good one* So, I should give everyone one bottle of drink?
Him: Yes.
Me: Okay, sir... *tries to leave but the man pulls me back by my shirt*...
Him: Do you drinnnk, boyyy?
Me: Yes, sir, I do. I do.
Him: Then take a bottle, too. Take five if you want.
Me: *smiling* Thank you so much, sir. Thank you.
Him: Don't worry. I'm just happppyy today. Happyyy... *I try to leave but he calls me back again*... Wait, boy, is that a person passing on the road?... *he's pointing outside*...
Me: Yes, sir.
Him: Then give him a drink. One for the road... *looks back*... Who's that person behind your counter?
Me: That's my aunt, sir.
Him: Give her one bottle, too. One bottle for everyone.
Me: Okay, sir... *I leave to our counter and begin serving everyone drink, courtesy of the man. Each person I offer a drink turns to the man with thanks blabbing from their oily lips*
—10:25 p.m.—
Most of the people in the bar have already left, but the man is still sitting near the door by himself. Since we'll be closing soon, I go over to offer him his bills...
Me: *handing him the bill* This is your bill, sir.
Him: *peers at the paper* So all these are the bills of the beers you gave?
Me: Yes, sir.
Him: How many did I take from here?
Me: You took 8 bottles, sir. The remaining 61 bottles are the ones I gave out.
Him: So, I'm also paying for the drinks you gave out?
Me: *smiling* Yes, sir.
Him: Are you stupīd? Why did you give people drinks without collecting money from them?
Me: *heart starts pounding* But you asked me to give it to them, sir.
Him: Did I ever say I was going to pay for their drinks, eh? Moreover, must you do what I asked you to do? So, if I ask you to jump into fire now, you'll do it.
Me: But sir—
Him: Don't but sir me... *slams some notes on the table*... This is 5 thousand naira for the 8 bottles of beers I drank. You can collect the rest of the money from the people you gave out the drinks to.
Me:
Tonight, my aunt's bar was brimming with customers, some drinking while others munched on peppered beef.
I had come over to help her with the customers because most of her staff had left for the holiday.
Just by the door of the bar sat a lone man, with 7 empty bottles of Heineken on the table before him.
I had been serving him since he arrived shortly before 3 p.m., with his last order being ten minutes ago, around 7:15. The man never ordered meat, nor rice, nor the several grilled fish on our menu, just beer, beer, and more beer.
I was beginning to worry that another sip from his almost-finished bottle would cause his already inflated stomach to burst, when the man called for me. I rushed over from the serving counter to meet him by the door.
Me: You called me, sir.
Him: *slurring* Yeeesss, cooome. Come... *pointing to other customers at their own tables*... Are those people or are those chairs or am I just drunk?
Me: *smiling* Those are people, sir.
Him: If theeey're people, then give theeem drinks, one bottle for each. If they're just chairs, organize them 'cause more people are coming.
Me: *smiling cause I've just landed a good one* So, I should give everyone one bottle of drink?
Him: Yes.
Me: Okay, sir... *tries to leave but the man pulls me back by my shirt*...
Him: Do you drinnnk, boyyy?
Me: Yes, sir, I do. I do.
Him: Then take a bottle, too. Take five if you want.
Me: *smiling* Thank you so much, sir. Thank you.
Him: Don't worry. I'm just happppyy today. Happyyy... *I try to leave but he calls me back again*... Wait, boy, is that a person passing on the road?... *he's pointing outside*...
Me: Yes, sir.
Him: Then give him a drink. One for the road... *looks back*... Who's that person behind your counter?
Me: That's my aunt, sir.
Him: Give her one bottle, too. One bottle for everyone.
Me: Okay, sir... *I leave to our counter and begin serving everyone drink, courtesy of the man. Each person I offer a drink turns to the man with thanks blabbing from their oily lips*
—10:25 p.m.—
Most of the people in the bar have already left, but the man is still sitting near the door by himself. Since we'll be closing soon, I go over to offer him his bills...
Me: *handing him the bill* This is your bill, sir.
Him: *peers at the paper* So all these are the bills of the beers you gave?
Me: Yes, sir.
Him: How many did I take from here?
Me: You took 8 bottles, sir. The remaining 61 bottles are the ones I gave out.
Him: So, I'm also paying for the drinks you gave out?
Me: *smiling* Yes, sir.
Him: Are you stupīd? Why did you give people drinks without collecting money from them?
Me: *heart starts pounding* But you asked me to give it to them, sir.
Him: Did I ever say I was going to pay for their drinks, eh? Moreover, must you do what I asked you to do? So, if I ask you to jump into fire now, you'll do it.
Me: But sir—
Him: Don't but sir me... *slams some notes on the table*... This is 5 thousand naira for the 8 bottles of beers I drank. You can collect the rest of the money from the people you gave out the drinks to.
Me:
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