It kills me when you try to save a guy from making a fool of himself while he is drinking, and instead of being grateful, he gets mad at you. It just kills me. I was out with the guys this weekend, and our server was never happy to serve us, so as the night wore on, she really wasn't happy. She had cleared the whole table and was no longer asking if we wanted anything else. Drunk ass next to me starts giving her a hard time, which she is not appreciating, then starts to hit on her. I interrupt them, tell her we are doing great, she gives me the only smile I saw all night, and he decides that I read her wrong and gets mad at me. Oh, I am really sorry I stopped you from hitting on a girl in the same bar as the girl you are seeing currently works in! Yeah, he was hitting on her coworker and gets mad at me!
Drunk ass boys.
