Jesus fucking Christ people whatever happened to the creature comforts of life...or rather what has happened to simple customer service lately?! I have spent the last 4 years in a city...a place where I would have taking rudeness with a grain a salt, I would have given the source of rudeness the finger but at least it wouldn’t have ruined my outlook on society not like last nights outing has...i don’t ask for very much...a good coffee shop with a comfy chair, a decent sushi place and a bar that I don’t have to wade through a throng of wasted youth ordering buttery nipples or whatever crap shot they heard about on jersey shore the night before...

Somewhere that if I get the taste for wine they wont give it to me in a plastic cup...and I thought I had at least one of those covered...nicks tavern...sounds like a great little spot right? A place that conjures images of obscure beer and math geeks in the corner arguing over an algorithm; a place where everybody is a film critic and you can have a meaningful conversation about the ramones with a guy with patches on the elbows of his tweed jacket...where punk rockers drink with professors...and the bartender, who normally is a nihilist in his off hours, is attentive and helpful while his is behind that 3 feet of wood...well fuck that! Apparently you have to look at me like I have a swastika on my forehead as I interrupt your conversation with your friend about whatever crap band you are in to order two fucking cans of beer that I asked you for five times as you walked by me on the many trips to your ipod to put in whatever shit you call music...jesus christ not only was it not busy it was exceedingly dead for a Thursday night...

You know moving back from texas wasn’t all that great for my self esteem...but I kept telling myself that at least I had a few things that would hold my sanity as I figured out what the fuck my next move was...one of them was the fact that I had a bar that I could walk into and be reasonably met by the employees with at least a modicum of giving a shit...but to have some 20 something fuckwit look at me like I was some fucking vagrant off the street that asked to shit in the middle of the floor and a hotdog is a bit too much...you know I have done a lot of retail and I have helped a lot of humans that I would rather see probed anally with spiked tire irons but I have never treated someone with the dismissive attitude that I see in a lot of the generation behind me...what the fuck is wrong with people these days?!