I straight up knew I wasn't staying. Miss stringy hair, I'm a sort of blonde, came up. I ordered 2 Jagers and 2 bud lights. I paid and left an ample tip. When I got her attention again, which took a long time, I asked her to call a well-established VIP number to a cab company. She was unable to raise that number from the house phone. She slammed her fist on the bar in frustration. And acted like I was an irritation. She tersely asked me if I would like her to call the regular cab number. I said, ""please."" She again slammed her hands on the bar and ran off. The cab came, but I never in my life have felt so hated. I have to say, just because you weigh under 130 lbs., wear a black ""f*** me dress, and think that your reading glasses will get me hot, doesn't entitle you to treat people like sh**.
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