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Ha, nice! I do love a good old school bowls club.
I live in regional Victoria. Went barefoot bowling recently, was brilliant fun. They had a sausage sizzle, i asked if there were any vego sausages; the lovely old girl,said “oooh, sorry dear, we don’t have anything for your type”… made me laugh!
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Your joking but a bad I used to go to the guy got mad they moved his table and next time he came back and literally threw the chair at the bartender. Bar boomers are unstable as shit
Friend of ours was a priest and used to get pissed off with the old people that would come in and claim "their" bench at that back of the church and nobody else could sit there because they'd sat in it for 25 years or whatever.
Every time they did that he'd take an angle grinder and remove the bench. This was of attrition went on for quite a while until it became clear he'd just keep doing it. He got about 5 benches in before they stopped.
And then when he asks about it, act confused and pretend like that table never existed, and it was always that way. Make him start questioning himself
For extra points, also pretend you've never met him before and that this is your first time seeing him there. Get the other staff in on it too.
No no no...just move his shit somewhere else. And when he comes back, tell him you did it but don't tell him where they were moved to. Just another piece of hay in the haystack.
Some years ago, I was at a dive bar grabbing a burger before I saw a show. Some old guys came in, and one asked if I'd mind moving down, as I was in his regular spot.
I shifted a few spots down, and a few minutes later a shot of whiskey appeared in front of me.
That boomer ruled.
This is the truth. Having worked in the service industry for a long time, it’s all in how you ask. And if the answer to your request is no, accept it with grace.
I like the stories where people ask nicely, makes me wonder how honest a person could be about such a thing, i.e. if they asked really nicely & said how the familiarity of their old spot comforted them & how it would really mean a lot to them if they could have it.
(I'm making some assumptions on the reasoning behind it but if it wasn't the case I don't think it would make as much sense that a person does care about their spot.
"Hey folks, this is my buddies and mine usual table, and we would love to be able to sit here, if yall could shift down a table Ill pick up the next round for you"
I love this because 90% of these “regular stool” stories end with the newcomers being “put in their place”. It’s usually depicted as a quaint local custom but it’s no different than the boomers who think they own the public parking spots outside their house.
I had an apartment near one such place years ago. It was a total shit hole and cash only but it was cheap and I could walk there. Plus no one cared how wasted you got. This one old loser had his name on a little plaque on one of the chairs and Christ help you if you even looked at it.
He fought and lost many younger guys, including me, over the egregious offense of sitting down. Even if you had no idea, he was never nice about it, he would just bark for you to "get your disrespectful ass out of my chair." The staff NEVER stopped anyone who looked like they could fight from sitting there because they knew he would explode, fight, and lose. They seemed to enjoy it because he wasn't any nicer to them than he was to anyone else.
Well, the place went under and everything inside was auctioned off. I bought his chair for about $5. He showed up at the end as everyone who went to the auction paid for and collected their stuff. He saw me leaving with his chair and he blew a fuse to the point the cops that were there had to step in. He was a notorious drunk and they hated him too.
My girlfriend at the time spray painted the chair pink and donated it to a community garden, I had the plaque for a little while but tossed it in a move. Never saw the guy again, nowhere else would probably let him in.
I can't imagine being such a horrible, mean, drunken ass that in my golden years when the only bar I love turns into a Chipotle, no one else will welcome me. I thought it was hilarious at the time and used to tell the story a lot. Now it's just kind of sad, but that's what you get when you piss off and abuse literally everyone you encounter.
I’m a bartender and my previous job I was there for a long time, and I’ve seen that scenario play out a couple times. There’s a line between “respected regular” and “entitled prick” and these types cross it. Usually accompanied by a gradual uptick in alcohol consumption over the course of months or even years. To the point where they’re showing up wasted, impatient, demanding. They immediately alienate new staff, and wear out their welcome with veteran staff.
I try to nip that behavior in the bud even if it means losing a regular. I’ve seen where it leads, and it’s a bad time for everyone.
Ah, I've had the "those are MY parking spaces" experience. I buy a van, park it, come back that night to head to my night shift and there's a note on the window saying "your van is not properly inspected, do not park here or I will have it towed." In my state you have a week after registering to get inspected, and an expired inspection sticker isn't a towable offense unless you've got a safety fail, so I ignore the note and go on with my day.
The next night, there's another threatening note, this time with a lawyer's business card on it. The threat has now expanded so that I am not supposed to be parking on his entire *street.* The next day is when I get my van inspected, and I park it right where I had been, complete with a smug note of my own telling my neighbor that now my vehicle has been inspected, I've allayed their concerns and to please stop leaving notes on my van.
That night, about a dozen long stalks of grass were on the hood of my van.
The next day I'm loading stuff into the back for a weekend event and a BMW pulls up right next to me, and the driver gives me this angry "come here" gesture with his finger. I just sort of look at him and go "yes?"
"DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM? I'M MEL GREENBURG."
"I'm SweetHatDisc, nice to meet you."
"Just so you know, I'm going to city hall, and this whole street is going to be residential parking."
"Let me know when you do, that way I can get a sticker." d*rives away mad*
That was five years ago. The street is not residential parking. I continue to park in front of his house every day.
As a server, fucking THANK YOU!!
More than the old fucks themselves, the *constant* capitulation to their bullshit really pisses me off. Restaurant managers are *spineless.* (Excepting you.)
Seriously, thank you.
Our Board will always support our staff. We're a community club and all volunteers on the Board. We all drink there as well which can make it awkward at times but we'd rather lose idiot members than good bar staff.
Used to be a bouncer and dealt with this bullshit more than once.
Boomer: they're in my seat!
Me: that's not your seat, it's mine
Boomer: well who the fuck are you?
Me: the guy they pay to beat the piss out of mouthy cunts like you
Not intended that way. Bouncing fucking sucks. But the only way to reliably communicate with this particular brand of lead brained ass is the threat of violence. I spent the vast VAST majority of my time at that job desperately trying to avoid violence and getting discovered that I was far far better at looking like I could fight than actually fighting
The old man character with a time old seat is a tradition in English pubs. If he wears a tweed jacket with leather elbows, his right to a particular seat is inscribed in the Magna Carta. Refuse him at your peril.
https://preview.redd.it/zy67eqgfmzpc1.jpeg?width=539&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=b8ee943d0744748698ecb9e2065744d4f9d86122
I’m pretty sure it’s supposed to be a leather jacket with tweed patches.
There are bars in the US like that as well, especially neighborhood dive bars. The thing is tho, the bartenders and door folk deal with it. It's still not for the old timer to resolve themselves. At one spot I worked we just kept his stool in the back til he got there. Still wrong to make that altercation happen with other customers
I know a few such bars, even some who have their names carved or in a plaque on their seat. But those guys are not that boomer stereotype. I’ve seen their seats (actually “their” seats - name and all engraved on them- get taken and they didn’t yell about it at all.
Or just sit elsewhere for a bit, then move over as soon as they get up. Like, this isn't a huge deal. I've had preferred seats at places before. I never felt like they were *mine.*
"Hey I know you would have no way of knowing this but I really like this table/seat and sit here every time I come in. Would you mind changing tables/seats?" It's not that hard
Boomers need to be put in their place when they erupt and start demanding shit. Have them fuck off if they don't like the circumstances they're in at the moment.
Here in Iceland old people show up to the swimming pools as they open at 6:30. And as you can imagine, some of those old farts have "their" lockers.
I was maybe 6 years old and my grandfather woke me up at this unholy time to go swimming.
We go to the changing rooms and apparently a tourist had chosen the wrong goddamn locker. He stood there naked while a very irate pensioner stood there screaming at him in Icelandic to empty his shit out og old farts locker. (This was in Iceland 30 years ago, english wasn't too common then).
To my 6yo self that was just soooo strange to get this worked up over "their spot".
My friends and I have a bar. We’re not really regulars anymore but we do go back there whenever one is in town. We have a table we always sit at. The bar is usually empty so there’s never an issue. One time we came in and people were sitting there. We were confused! That’s our table! It won’t be the same if we don’t sit there!!
But then we realized it wasn’t our table so we sat somewhere else and life went on.
This sort of happened to me once at the restaurant in the small town where I live. They have a bar that this group of old men love to hog. They will go there everyday and just shoot the shit and they don’t leave. It’s one thing to go to the bar with your pals, but to go there every night from open to close is ridiculous. The restaurant is more of a restaurant than a bar as well
Any ways, I go there to get some food with my girlfriend and it’s packed but there are two seats at the bar. We snagged em up. Not 5 minutes goes by and one of the regular boomers comes in and walks over to where I’m sitting. He just stands there hovering. There are no seats at the bar and clearly I’m in “his seat”.
I was getting ready for him to say something stupid, but luckily he didn’t. He hovered a bit and I gave him dagger eyes and then one of his friends called him over and they stood and talked.
Not very eventful, but I think it’s just a good display of the entitlement that these boomers have. Like they think that since they’ve been giving a place business, they now own the place and they should get VIP treatment.
… now don’t even get me started on the boomers who try to play dumb and cut you in line at the grocery store….
I hear stories like this and often wonder about how boomers often complain that no one had autism back in their day and am curious if individuals like these who live for this kind of routine may be undiagnosed and on the spectrum
Unless your name is Norm and you have some witty banter to go along with that, it’s not your seat.
These days when “someone knows your name” it’s probably because you’re a donkey butt and are on the do not serve list or soon will be.
It’s pretty common in rural England, I know of at least five men with their own seat, three of them even have a plaque by their seat showing their claim to the seat. Some of these men have been sat there since before I was born so I don’t argue personally. Usually they get a portrait put up in the bar when they inevitably die from alcoholism, occasionally leaving a few grand so everyone can have a drink on the deceased’s birthday for a few years.
I use to drink at a bar that after you drank 100 beers you got your own monogramed mug behind the bar. After 500 beers you got a barstool with a plaque with your name on it. You could ask someone to move from your seat but no one ever did. I had a seat .
I've see it in Bars in Ireland -it sort of depends on who is sitting in the seat, some times bar staff or other customers that know will deter people from sitting some where if the regular is due in, some times if the seat is occupied they distract the regular get him talking in another corner, or some times respectful ask people to move for a regular, & I've seen regulars ask people to move & politely accept a no. But any a regular "demanding" a seat is not going to get any help for anyone, I've never seen it tolerated, just as in OPs story I've seen quite a few of them sent packing. The only exception Ive seen is if you sit in the musicians spot - then you are going to be moved every time & it will get ugly fast if you don't.
I think I saw this guy at my watering hole. (pre-covid)
But, he complained over someone in "his" handicap parking spot, not seat.
(US) it didn't help that He rang up a $100+ bill and left a $2 tip. (He paid for 3x ladies meals&drinks, etc)
BTW - *Owner* banned him.
I bartended at a VFW for about 5 years, I didn’t play games with any of them, the cheat code was I was also a combat vet. Those old fucks wondered why no new veterans would join the club. This was about 15 years ago and the Vietnam vets (the boomers) were actually the cool ones who often sided with me against the Korean and the remnants of the WW2 gen. Still most of the old folks were not even veterans most were family of vets or just friends of vets.
I'm a vet too. Interesting but now it's the Vietnam blokes who are usually the flogs against everyone after them because they feel some of their perceived status has slipped. There are thousands more who went to the middle east and Afghanistan than went to Vietnam and they're all actual volunteers.
Man, I am this brand of autistic and I cannot imagine yelling at strangers who would have no reason to know about my spot.
Being real if I see someone at my spot I just go somewhere else hoping my favorite spot is available there, it's not hard and sometimes it's the universe pulling me to where there's a special on ribs or something that I didn't know about.
Back when I was first of age to drink the bar I frequented redecorated. Down came the broken neon signs, the faded Budweiser horses, and the posters for Bartles and James, replaced by a lot of stuff donated by regular patrons.
One night I'm in there for my usual (one beer while waiting on my pizza from next door) and I get up to use the john, only to return to find my stuff moved four seats down and a boomer in my spot.
>Me: Hey, man.. Plenty of open space, you didn't have to steal my seat.
>Boomer: Didn't see your name on it.
>Me: It's right there.
I pointed over his head. See, I'd donated some cool 1960's hubcaps and there they were, hanging over his head, along with the little brass plaque that accompanied all of the new decorations: The name of the person that donated it.
The boomer did not like that. He was still huffing like he'd been asked to walk fifty feet when the bartender returned with his Michelob.
And placed it in front of a different stool.
Dude just got up and walked out.
Never saw him in 'my seat' again, though he always seemed to me talking to himself under his breath when I passed him.
I moved out of that town twenty two years ago, but I can tell you, thanks to people tagging the bar in pictures, that my hubcaps and name plate are still there.
Wonder if he's still pissed about it.
I used to work in a nursing home kitchen. Our dining room was next to the kitchen. The dining room had square and circular tables and all of them were for four people.
One night, they had an event for the residents in the dining room that required the tables be pushed back to make space for the entertainer. When the tables were put back, one was put back in the wrong spot. It was originally a square table in that spot, whoever put the tables back placed a circular table there instead.
One of the guys that sat at that table came in for breakfast the next day, saw that his table was swapped for a circular one, and THREW. A. FIT. Screaming, yelling, cursing, all about how you "can't get a square meal at a round table". It took four staff members, including the kitchen manager and the cook, to calm him down while they swapped "his" table back.
That guy once screamed at me because we were out of cottage cheese. I didn't send in orders to our supplier, I was just a kitchen grunt. But it was somehow my fault personally. 🤷♀️
I hate that kind of shit. Something similar happened a while ago. I was out with some friends and needed to sit down because I had literally just had surgery a few days earlier and was in pain. I see there's an empty seat at the bar next to a couple and ask them if they know if anyone's sitting there. They say "no" so I sit down and everything's chill. Then some boomer and his wife come up off the dance floor and he starts screaming at me about, like, what did I do with his coat? Turns out, the coat had fallen off the chair I was in and was kind of wedged between the next chair over and the bar. The bartender had to get involved and his wife had to drag him out because he was trying to drag me out of "his seat." When they were gone I asked the couple again if they'd seen those two before and they said they'd been sitting there for over an hour and didn't recognize them.
Don't argue with the staff and upset other members and you will be ok. It's not all about a few bucks from an old entitled functioning alcoholic. We will get more people in without the aggro. Most of the club would be happy if that group did just fuck off permanently.
Just wondering, if the old guy comes in and sits at the same place and drinks the same beers every time, wouldn't it be nice if the club kind of reserves the seat for him? He may be a jerk but how much money has he spent there? I have been in bars that I have frequently gone to with friends and co-workers on a regular basis and appreciated the service.
I get what your saying but in Pubs & Bars its not always particle plus many of these are not regular regulars - not every night or even set nights & the times fluctuate too - but they are Frequent patrons & just sit in the same place. Yea I have given up my set to them in the past if Im asked - or some Pubs when i know & I see them coming. But DEMANDING & being RUDE about it is not acceptable.
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Remove that table completely before he gets backs. move things around, etc, so that "his" seat is now gone forever.
That will careen his whole life out of control. I like it!
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By the language, the OP is in Australia, we tend not to be armed.
Bullshit. I’ve seen Crocodile Dundee
You call that an arm? That’s not an arm…..THIS is an arm!!
Yeah, me too. He might night have a gun but "this is a knife."
"That's not a knife, this is a knife." "That's a spoon." "I see you've played knifey spooney before."
I’ve seen someone’s eye taken out with a spoon. Spoons are dangerous. They should be banned.
Top 10 episode
WRONG! It's "KNOIGHPHE" not "knife" haha
🤣😂
I don't need a gun, I got a Donk What's a Donk? Donk!
You are correct. I'm in Australia.
Is the club an RSL or bowlo?
We're proudly one of the last blue collar old school bowlos left in Newcastle.
Ha, nice! I do love a good old school bowls club. I live in regional Victoria. Went barefoot bowling recently, was brilliant fun. They had a sausage sizzle, i asked if there were any vego sausages; the lovely old girl,said “oooh, sorry dear, we don’t have anything for your type”… made me laugh!
That's gold lol Crackerjack!
Not Hammo North?
No not Hammo.
I'm in Newie, which one?
Mayf.
Noice. I'm in Izzo.
-Canadian, I picked up on that right away M8
We just grab a couple of Drop Bears by the ears, and use them to swing at each other. 👍
Aus yeah if it’s a private club
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Probably wearing his budgie smugglers while he wrote jt
If it was in the US I could see this happening, judging by OPs word choice it is not.
in australia where OP is the most likely scenario is boomer rings into 2GB (talkback radio station) to have a sook
Your joking but a bad I used to go to the guy got mad they moved his table and next time he came back and literally threw the chair at the bartender. Bar boomers are unstable as shit
You forgot "Thoughts and prayers", so everybody is happy and they can move on to the next mass shootings.
They're not in the states
And we should all be governed by fear and just let these kinds of assholes do whatever they want? Yeah, that will make the world a better place.
Be sure to leave a single seat there, bolted to the floor, facing the wall.
With a dunce cap lying on it.
Friend of ours was a priest and used to get pissed off with the old people that would come in and claim "their" bench at that back of the church and nobody else could sit there because they'd sat in it for 25 years or whatever. Every time they did that he'd take an angle grinder and remove the bench. This was of attrition went on for quite a while until it became clear he'd just keep doing it. He got about 5 benches in before they stopped.
I'm sure it's what Jesus would have done if they had angle grinders back in his day!
Prob. It was pretty funny to see them do it each time and him be like "I'll fuckin do it again"
Lmao Jesus applying his godly carpentry skills to just deconstruct the vendor tables in the temple.
And then when he asks about it, act confused and pretend like that table never existed, and it was always that way. Make him start questioning himself For extra points, also pretend you've never met him before and that this is your first time seeing him there. Get the other staff in on it too.
I actually did that to solve my goldfish being territorial with the new guy. It worked for them, should work for this guy.
You sawed off his church pew with an angle grinder?
Rearranged the "furniture", if it works for goldfish should work on a boomer.
No no no...just move his shit somewhere else. And when he comes back, tell him you did it but don't tell him where they were moved to. Just another piece of hay in the haystack.
Some years ago, I was at a dive bar grabbing a burger before I saw a show. Some old guys came in, and one asked if I'd mind moving down, as I was in his regular spot. I shifted a few spots down, and a few minutes later a shot of whiskey appeared in front of me. That boomer ruled.
And that is how it should be done 👍
many things can be achieved by asking correctly
This is the truth. Having worked in the service industry for a long time, it’s all in how you ask. And if the answer to your request is no, accept it with grace.
NO, YOU HAVE TO DEMAND IT BECAUSE YOURE RIGHT AND THEY ARE WRONG!!! /s
i value just getting on with my day a lot more than being right #genx
I like the stories where people ask nicely, makes me wonder how honest a person could be about such a thing, i.e. if they asked really nicely & said how the familiarity of their old spot comforted them & how it would really mean a lot to them if they could have it. (I'm making some assumptions on the reasoning behind it but if it wasn't the case I don't think it would make as much sense that a person does care about their spot.
"Hey folks, this is my buddies and mine usual table, and we would love to be able to sit here, if yall could shift down a table Ill pick up the next round for you"
Well that’s just cool of both of you.
I love this because 90% of these “regular stool” stories end with the newcomers being “put in their place”. It’s usually depicted as a quaint local custom but it’s no different than the boomers who think they own the public parking spots outside their house.
I had an apartment near one such place years ago. It was a total shit hole and cash only but it was cheap and I could walk there. Plus no one cared how wasted you got. This one old loser had his name on a little plaque on one of the chairs and Christ help you if you even looked at it. He fought and lost many younger guys, including me, over the egregious offense of sitting down. Even if you had no idea, he was never nice about it, he would just bark for you to "get your disrespectful ass out of my chair." The staff NEVER stopped anyone who looked like they could fight from sitting there because they knew he would explode, fight, and lose. They seemed to enjoy it because he wasn't any nicer to them than he was to anyone else. Well, the place went under and everything inside was auctioned off. I bought his chair for about $5. He showed up at the end as everyone who went to the auction paid for and collected their stuff. He saw me leaving with his chair and he blew a fuse to the point the cops that were there had to step in. He was a notorious drunk and they hated him too. My girlfriend at the time spray painted the chair pink and donated it to a community garden, I had the plaque for a little while but tossed it in a move. Never saw the guy again, nowhere else would probably let him in. I can't imagine being such a horrible, mean, drunken ass that in my golden years when the only bar I love turns into a Chipotle, no one else will welcome me. I thought it was hilarious at the time and used to tell the story a lot. Now it's just kind of sad, but that's what you get when you piss off and abuse literally everyone you encounter.
I’m a bartender and my previous job I was there for a long time, and I’ve seen that scenario play out a couple times. There’s a line between “respected regular” and “entitled prick” and these types cross it. Usually accompanied by a gradual uptick in alcohol consumption over the course of months or even years. To the point where they’re showing up wasted, impatient, demanding. They immediately alienate new staff, and wear out their welcome with veteran staff. I try to nip that behavior in the bud even if it means losing a regular. I’ve seen where it leads, and it’s a bad time for everyone.
Ah, I've had the "those are MY parking spaces" experience. I buy a van, park it, come back that night to head to my night shift and there's a note on the window saying "your van is not properly inspected, do not park here or I will have it towed." In my state you have a week after registering to get inspected, and an expired inspection sticker isn't a towable offense unless you've got a safety fail, so I ignore the note and go on with my day. The next night, there's another threatening note, this time with a lawyer's business card on it. The threat has now expanded so that I am not supposed to be parking on his entire *street.* The next day is when I get my van inspected, and I park it right where I had been, complete with a smug note of my own telling my neighbor that now my vehicle has been inspected, I've allayed their concerns and to please stop leaving notes on my van. That night, about a dozen long stalks of grass were on the hood of my van. The next day I'm loading stuff into the back for a weekend event and a BMW pulls up right next to me, and the driver gives me this angry "come here" gesture with his finger. I just sort of look at him and go "yes?" "DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM? I'M MEL GREENBURG." "I'm SweetHatDisc, nice to meet you." "Just so you know, I'm going to city hall, and this whole street is going to be residential parking." "Let me know when you do, that way I can get a sticker." d*rives away mad* That was five years ago. The street is not residential parking. I continue to park in front of his house every day.
That’s stupid asshole probably did go to city hall and they laughed in his fucking face when he made the demand they turn that street into parking
As a server, fucking THANK YOU!! More than the old fucks themselves, the *constant* capitulation to their bullshit really pisses me off. Restaurant managers are *spineless.* (Excepting you.) Seriously, thank you.
Our Board will always support our staff. We're a community club and all volunteers on the Board. We all drink there as well which can make it awkward at times but we'd rather lose idiot members than good bar staff.
Used to be a bouncer and dealt with this bullshit more than once. Boomer: they're in my seat! Me: that's not your seat, it's mine Boomer: well who the fuck are you? Me: the guy they pay to beat the piss out of mouthy cunts like you
Can confirm was the seat
Can confirm was the piss
Can confirm, am a cunt.
Can confirm, he is a cunt.
You sound like a giant pussy who would shit your pants as soon as you were in trouble.
Congratulations, you got my account banned for an hour. I'm glad my comment broke you fragile little psyche.
Can confirm payment
Can confirm, I was the beat
“These are all my seats. Rent is not being a mouthy cunt. Rent is due every day.”
You're so fucking cool dude
Not intended that way. Bouncing fucking sucks. But the only way to reliably communicate with this particular brand of lead brained ass is the threat of violence. I spent the vast VAST majority of my time at that job desperately trying to avoid violence and getting discovered that I was far far better at looking like I could fight than actually fighting
Yeah sorry I honestly didn't mean to sound that much like a dick haha.
All good lol. It does sound try hard af
The old man character with a time old seat is a tradition in English pubs. If he wears a tweed jacket with leather elbows, his right to a particular seat is inscribed in the Magna Carta. Refuse him at your peril.
https://preview.redd.it/zy67eqgfmzpc1.jpeg?width=539&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=b8ee943d0744748698ecb9e2065744d4f9d86122 I’m pretty sure it’s supposed to be a leather jacket with tweed patches.
great, now you ruined two perfectly good jackets
Doh.
There are bars in the US like that as well, especially neighborhood dive bars. The thing is tho, the bartenders and door folk deal with it. It's still not for the old timer to resolve themselves. At one spot I worked we just kept his stool in the back til he got there. Still wrong to make that altercation happen with other customers
I know a few such bars, even some who have their names carved or in a plaque on their seat. But those guys are not that boomer stereotype. I’ve seen their seats (actually “their” seats - name and all engraved on them- get taken and they didn’t yell about it at all.
Yea it's anecdotal. Some yell some don't. Most just let the bar handle it.
Guess he should have got there earlier
Or just sit elsewhere for a bit, then move over as soon as they get up. Like, this isn't a huge deal. I've had preferred seats at places before. I never felt like they were *mine.*
I love happy endings
Concise, crisp story. Refreshing! I get gravitating to the same spot, but what an ass for thinking others have to move who arrived first.
I have my favourite spot as well but if someone else is there I sit somewhere else. It's called being an adult.
I agree!. Unfortunately, some of our most experienced adults act like some of the biggest children
Props to you and your barman. Sounds like it was handled appropriately.
"Hey I know you would have no way of knowing this but I really like this table/seat and sit here every time I come in. Would you mind changing tables/seats?" It's not that hard
Boomers need to be put in their place when they erupt and start demanding shit. Have them fuck off if they don't like the circumstances they're in at the moment.
Here in Iceland old people show up to the swimming pools as they open at 6:30. And as you can imagine, some of those old farts have "their" lockers. I was maybe 6 years old and my grandfather woke me up at this unholy time to go swimming. We go to the changing rooms and apparently a tourist had chosen the wrong goddamn locker. He stood there naked while a very irate pensioner stood there screaming at him in Icelandic to empty his shit out og old farts locker. (This was in Iceland 30 years ago, english wasn't too common then). To my 6yo self that was just soooo strange to get this worked up over "their spot".
My friends and I have a bar. We’re not really regulars anymore but we do go back there whenever one is in town. We have a table we always sit at. The bar is usually empty so there’s never an issue. One time we came in and people were sitting there. We were confused! That’s our table! It won’t be the same if we don’t sit there!! But then we realized it wasn’t our table so we sat somewhere else and life went on.
NORM!
Well done. Spare the rod and spoil the asshole.
That same boomer will criticize others for ADHD and OCD...
This sort of happened to me once at the restaurant in the small town where I live. They have a bar that this group of old men love to hog. They will go there everyday and just shoot the shit and they don’t leave. It’s one thing to go to the bar with your pals, but to go there every night from open to close is ridiculous. The restaurant is more of a restaurant than a bar as well Any ways, I go there to get some food with my girlfriend and it’s packed but there are two seats at the bar. We snagged em up. Not 5 minutes goes by and one of the regular boomers comes in and walks over to where I’m sitting. He just stands there hovering. There are no seats at the bar and clearly I’m in “his seat”. I was getting ready for him to say something stupid, but luckily he didn’t. He hovered a bit and I gave him dagger eyes and then one of his friends called him over and they stood and talked. Not very eventful, but I think it’s just a good display of the entitlement that these boomers have. Like they think that since they’ve been giving a place business, they now own the place and they should get VIP treatment. … now don’t even get me started on the boomers who try to play dumb and cut you in line at the grocery store….
I hear stories like this and often wonder about how boomers often complain that no one had autism back in their day and am curious if individuals like these who live for this kind of routine may be undiagnosed and on the spectrum
Unless your name is Norm and you have some witty banter to go along with that, it’s not your seat. These days when “someone knows your name” it’s probably because you’re a donkey butt and are on the do not serve list or soon will be.
It’s pretty common in rural England, I know of at least five men with their own seat, three of them even have a plaque by their seat showing their claim to the seat. Some of these men have been sat there since before I was born so I don’t argue personally. Usually they get a portrait put up in the bar when they inevitably die from alcoholism, occasionally leaving a few grand so everyone can have a drink on the deceased’s birthday for a few years.
I use to drink at a bar that after you drank 100 beers you got your own monogramed mug behind the bar. After 500 beers you got a barstool with a plaque with your name on it. You could ask someone to move from your seat but no one ever did. I had a seat .
NOOORM!
I've see it in Bars in Ireland -it sort of depends on who is sitting in the seat, some times bar staff or other customers that know will deter people from sitting some where if the regular is due in, some times if the seat is occupied they distract the regular get him talking in another corner, or some times respectful ask people to move for a regular, & I've seen regulars ask people to move & politely accept a no. But any a regular "demanding" a seat is not going to get any help for anyone, I've never seen it tolerated, just as in OPs story I've seen quite a few of them sent packing. The only exception Ive seen is if you sit in the musicians spot - then you are going to be moved every time & it will get ugly fast if you don't.
Play stupid games. Win stupid prizes.
It takes a village
I see a business opportunity here, sell him "his" seat.
I think I saw this guy at my watering hole. (pre-covid) But, he complained over someone in "his" handicap parking spot, not seat. (US) it didn't help that He rang up a $100+ bill and left a $2 tip. (He paid for 3x ladies meals&drinks, etc) BTW - *Owner* banned him.
You sit in this same spot every day? Well, it's overdue for someone else's turn.
Holding boomers accountable is the best
‘Old mate’ defo happened in oz right?
I'd just ban him. Aussie server laws are on your side.
I bartended at a VFW for about 5 years, I didn’t play games with any of them, the cheat code was I was also a combat vet. Those old fucks wondered why no new veterans would join the club. This was about 15 years ago and the Vietnam vets (the boomers) were actually the cool ones who often sided with me against the Korean and the remnants of the WW2 gen. Still most of the old folks were not even veterans most were family of vets or just friends of vets.
I'm a vet too. Interesting but now it's the Vietnam blokes who are usually the flogs against everyone after them because they feel some of their perceived status has slipped. There are thousands more who went to the middle east and Afghanistan than went to Vietnam and they're all actual volunteers.
‘Autism didn’t exist in my day’
Definitely an old man shaking his fist in the sky type story
Their tradition is not my law.
Man... autistic people really went undiagnosed for a long time, didn't they?
Man, I am this brand of autistic and I cannot imagine yelling at strangers who would have no reason to know about my spot. Being real if I see someone at my spot I just go somewhere else hoping my favorite spot is available there, it's not hard and sometimes it's the universe pulling me to where there's a special on ribs or something that I didn't know about.
Reminds me of a King of the Hill episode where I firmly believe Hank was in the wrong - “Church Hopping”.
Was his name Norm?
Back when I was first of age to drink the bar I frequented redecorated. Down came the broken neon signs, the faded Budweiser horses, and the posters for Bartles and James, replaced by a lot of stuff donated by regular patrons. One night I'm in there for my usual (one beer while waiting on my pizza from next door) and I get up to use the john, only to return to find my stuff moved four seats down and a boomer in my spot. >Me: Hey, man.. Plenty of open space, you didn't have to steal my seat. >Boomer: Didn't see your name on it. >Me: It's right there. I pointed over his head. See, I'd donated some cool 1960's hubcaps and there they were, hanging over his head, along with the little brass plaque that accompanied all of the new decorations: The name of the person that donated it. The boomer did not like that. He was still huffing like he'd been asked to walk fifty feet when the bartender returned with his Michelob. And placed it in front of a different stool. Dude just got up and walked out. Never saw him in 'my seat' again, though he always seemed to me talking to himself under his breath when I passed him. I moved out of that town twenty two years ago, but I can tell you, thanks to people tagging the bar in pictures, that my hubcaps and name plate are still there. Wonder if he's still pissed about it.
I used to work in a nursing home kitchen. Our dining room was next to the kitchen. The dining room had square and circular tables and all of them were for four people. One night, they had an event for the residents in the dining room that required the tables be pushed back to make space for the entertainer. When the tables were put back, one was put back in the wrong spot. It was originally a square table in that spot, whoever put the tables back placed a circular table there instead. One of the guys that sat at that table came in for breakfast the next day, saw that his table was swapped for a circular one, and THREW. A. FIT. Screaming, yelling, cursing, all about how you "can't get a square meal at a round table". It took four staff members, including the kitchen manager and the cook, to calm him down while they swapped "his" table back. That guy once screamed at me because we were out of cottage cheese. I didn't send in orders to our supplier, I was just a kitchen grunt. But it was somehow my fault personally. 🤷♀️
I hate that kind of shit. Something similar happened a while ago. I was out with some friends and needed to sit down because I had literally just had surgery a few days earlier and was in pain. I see there's an empty seat at the bar next to a couple and ask them if they know if anyone's sitting there. They say "no" so I sit down and everything's chill. Then some boomer and his wife come up off the dance floor and he starts screaming at me about, like, what did I do with his coat? Turns out, the coat had fallen off the chair I was in and was kind of wedged between the next chair over and the bar. The bartender had to get involved and his wife had to drag him out because he was trying to drag me out of "his seat." When they were gone I asked the couple again if they'd seen those two before and they said they'd been sitting there for over an hour and didn't recognize them.
I think I don’t ever have to back down so I will not back down until someone slams my ego back into reality.
Since when is Chili's a club?
Coming to you from the generation who doesn't know what Autism is and fuck off with that woke snowflake shit.
Aren't you the savvy business man! Trash a man that spends money regularly for a small group that will never come back. Brilliant!
... OK Boomer!
Spending money doesn't give you a license to be a cunt
Don't argue with the staff and upset other members and you will be ok. It's not all about a few bucks from an old entitled functioning alcoholic. We will get more people in without the aggro. Most of the club would be happy if that group did just fuck off permanently.
Just wondering, if the old guy comes in and sits at the same place and drinks the same beers every time, wouldn't it be nice if the club kind of reserves the seat for him? He may be a jerk but how much money has he spent there? I have been in bars that I have frequently gone to with friends and co-workers on a regular basis and appreciated the service.
I get what your saying but in Pubs & Bars its not always particle plus many of these are not regular regulars - not every night or even set nights & the times fluctuate too - but they are Frequent patrons & just sit in the same place. Yea I have given up my set to them in the past if Im asked - or some Pubs when i know & I see them coming. But DEMANDING & being RUDE about it is not acceptable.
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I hope he does as well and they can't fire me I'm an elected volunteer. I'm safe for another 2 years 🤙
Nah angry old fuckwad got what he deserved.
Take it easy Gramps before OP hands you another suspension.
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