
THIS ISN'T THAT KIND OF PLACE.
a story. – Excuse me, sir, but I'm going to have to ask you to leave. – Why? – See that sign? – What sign? – The one that says I reserve the right to refuse service to anyone. – Yeah, so? – I am refusing to serve you. – What did I do? – Does the sign say that I have to tell you? – No, but– – I'm exercising my right to refuse service and my right to not tell you why. – That's ridiculous. – What kind of place do you think this is? – This is a bar, isn't it? – Yes. – I was under the impression that a man can walk into a bar and buy a drink. – Normally you'd be right. Just not today. – What's so special about today? – It's not what's special about today, it's what's special about you. – My mother always told me I was special. – Well, she was right. – I'll take one pint of beer, please. – Sir, I'm not going to serve you. – Even when I asked so nicely? – Even so. – Have you ever been refused service before? – No. – So you have no idea what it feels like? – I think I can guess. – I don't think you can. It feels bad. – That's what I'd guess. – Really bad. – Sorry. – Really really bad. – Okay, I'll serve you. – Really? – Yes, you can stay. – Thank you so– – –but you're going to have to put on some pants. |