Injustice

Hey my sexy readers. Tonight I have encountered my first real travesty in France. I knew it would come eventually, but this one hit me hard. Every monday, my co-stars and I go to a bar called Ma Nolans for some trivia(Pub quiz as these queers call it). It's an Irish bar, and the bartenders seem to be especially sassy and unwilling to serve us barrel-chested Americans on a regular basis. Anyways, we played the quiz and there is one question where the winner gets a round of free cocktails. The question concerned the song "Davy Crockett" or something like that. I thought to myself, I know this... Then I did some reasoning. I remembered that in the first Back to the Future Marty McFly walked into the bar and the song playing was "Davy Crockett." Clearly, any idiot who knows about time travel realizes he went back from 1985 to 1955. Thus, the answer was 1955. I tell my quiz mates this, and when the answer comes back correct, we high-five hysterically. Free Drinks! Boof! I'm a genius. We ask our bartender about our drinks and he tells us to wait until the end of the game. Fine then. Later on, we ask for our drinks, and they tell us that our drinks have been taken by others and our name had been called out repeatedly. I speak to the head bartender, and of course he's a fuckin pansy irish bitch who won't have a normal conversation with me and gets all emotional that he is running a micky mouse bar that won't pony up the dough to some knowledgeable americans. He threatens to kick us out of the bar. After this encounter, I immediately grabbed one of their nice glasses, a menu, 20 napkins, and 10 coasters. They're mine, I'm keeping them. I raced home and sent a scathing e-mail to the Ma Nolans organization. Here is my e-mail. Oh and if this doesn't get a response, I'm lighting the place on fire. Enjoy:

Hello,

I am a frequent patron of your establishment, and I have been a fan of your bar until this evening. Though I am hardly a complainer, as I have never sent an e-mail of this kind, I feel compelled to tell you the events of the evening. Tonight, a group of friends and I went to your pub quiz in Old Nice. This is about our fourth visit to your quiz night, and we find it very enjoyable. However, tonight there was a cocktail question where the winning group gets a round of free cocktails. I knew the answer specifically, and answered 1955 as the correct year. They call out the year and the team that answered correctly. It was our team. Shortly thereafter, we asked a bartender if we could get our cocktails, and he told us that we get them at the end of the game. We say okay that's fine. Finally, the end of the round comes, and we ask about our cocktails(which everyone knows we won because of our reaction after the correct answer. Also the bartender we asked about the cocktails knew these were our rightful drinks). We then politely talked to a waitress who retrieved the head bartender. I was sure to be very polite to the head bartender, Erik. I explained the situation to Erik, and he immediately became very defensive. I swear that I was reasonable and nice when giving the explanation, and he told me to "stop wasting his fucking time when asking for free drinks." I then tried to explain further and he told me to shut up. In no way did I say anything insulting, and I told him I was trying to get the situation figured out. Apparently, our names had been called, and we had not heard them. That is clearly our fault and we are sorry. However, this is not my complaint. I just wish the employees had been more approachable and even-keeled. Clearly we were not lying, and I did not think that giving us the four free shots we had rightfully earned would not put a huge dent in the Ma Nolans Balance Sheet. I have never been spoken to by an employee of a respectable establishment in that way, and I felt that this encounter deserved mention to upper management. Thank you for your time, and I hope this gets sorted quickly and efficiently.



Your loyal and concerned patron,
Patrick Kimberlin