"You see that cougar down there?"
"The one in green or the one in blue?"
"The green... get her out of here."
It was guaranteed that someone did something stupid when Billy wanted someone out of the bar. "What'd she do?"
"Man, I was standing half way down the bar and she walked up behind me and grabbed me."
"She was behind the bar?"
"Yea man, get her out of here."
Any person that has been in a bar more than once knows you don't go behind it. It's pretty much common sense to everyone. Would you go behind the counter at a McDonald's and make your own burger?
So I walked over to the older lady and stopped next to her. "It's time to go hun."
"Get your shit and let's head out."
"What'd I do?"
"You know better than to go behind the bar."
This woman was in her mid to late 40s. I already had it on the tip of my tongue just waiting for her to say something. She looked up at me from her barstool. "I didn't know I couldn't go back there..."
"Your going to tell me, that in your 40 some years you never pieced together that you can't go behind the bar?"
"Well, we were all joking around..."
"So if you joke around with your bank teller you can go behind the counter at your bank?"
"Well.. no.. but.."
"Get your shit and lets go. I'm done with this."
She sat there looking at her friend with a surprised look on her face.
I guess I was having an off night. After she didn't move I reached down and grabbed her purse, "Come on. Let's go."
"You don't have to be rude," she got up and started to put on her coat, "I'm leaving. See?"
"Not fast enough."
It was relatively painless as she left. Her friends even left right after that and apologized for her. I only accept the apologizes to get them away from me. After they're all gone Billy comes back over.
"Hey man, sorry about that. She was just getting more annoying as time went. Just glad she finally fucked up. It's hard to ignore people when they're right there."
"No problem bud, that's what I'm here for."