I work security at a bar that is open until 2 a.m. nightly. The job is mostly checking IDs at the front door and spotting guests who are clearly intoxicated so I can cut them off.
A small group of young 20-something guys showed up around 8 p.m. and started drinking like they were at a college fraternity party. Jäger-bombs, tequila shots, etc. While I am checking IDs at the front door a few hours later, one of the bros gets kicked out by a manager. I'm told to not let him back in. Cool. I asked if he was driving, he said no. I offered to call him a taxi, but he told me to go f**k myself because he was getting an Uber.
A small group of young 20-something guys showed up around 8 p.m. and started drinking like they were at a college fraternity party. Jäger-bombs, tequila shots, etc. While I am checking IDs at the front door a few hours later, one of the bros gets kicked out by a manager. I'm told to not let him back in. Cool. I asked if he was driving, he said no. I offered to call him a taxi, but he told me to go f**k myself because he was getting an Uber.
This guy was so drunk he couldn't stand or see straight. 10 minutes later he is still there and I ask what's up. This time he decided to be racist and call me a "curly-headed kyke." Game on, bro. Jokes about my heritage are where I draw the line.
A few more minutes pass, and he comes up and asks me to call him an Uber. I tell him that not how it works, he has to do it. He throws another Jewish joke at me and orders me to call him an Uber and hands me his unlocked phone. This is the part where I could have just opened the app, ordered a ride, and left the driver a massive tip, but this guy needed to pay the a**hole tax.
I opened his contacts and found exactly who I wanted to call: his mother. I told her that her son was drunk, got kicked out, and needed a ride. She was livid and said she would be there in 15 minutes. I give the phone back to him and said his ride was coming.
That guy sobered up so fast when his mother pulls up and immediately starts shrieking at him in front of everyone. He gets in the car, crying at this point, and I tell the mother about his racist comments, which send her into another tirade before driving away. I wish I could follow up with what happened to him, but I doubt he will be drinking anytime soon.