The krazy was strong tonight.

The most krazy?

Seats B5 and B6.

About 15 minutes after I sat them, the bartender, we’ll call Lexie because that’s her name, arrives to let me know the gentleman is pushing her buttons. And he seems to be doing it on purpose.

First, he keeps referring to her as young lady. With a condescending tone accompanying the term.

Then he discovered that we are an Argentinian restaurant. And that there is a photo of Eva Peron near the bar.

He asks Lexie if she knows who that is, without pausing telling her it’s Eva Peron. Do you know who she is? Do you know what she did?

She replies, yes I knows who she is because I saw Evita.

He then says Well, that doesn’t tell the whole story.

He is unrelenting.

And continues to call her young lady.

She finally chooses to let the other bartender deal with him and chooses to pretend she doesn’t hear him.

Finally he and his wife finish dinner, get up and head to the lobby.

Fun fact: When a guest has been annoying, particularly difficult, or a complete and total douche bag I make sure I’m in the lobby to say good night. I casually ask how their dinner was to see what response I will get. 99.9999% of the time they’ll say great. Occasionally they’ll take this opportunity to let me know their real thoughts.

So I ask him how his dinner was…

He says great but that he thinks Lexie didn’t care for him and he didn’t understand why. He continues that she became annoyed when he started explaing about the Peron’s.

I apologize and say I’m sorry to hear that.

At which point he calls me young man and says he’d rather be punched in the nose than be patronized.

He then calls me young man again as he launches into all the things that are bad about the Perons.

I just listen. He’s about 45 seconds into his monologue when his wife walks back into say, enough. Let’s go.

He keeps talking about the 1,000’s of people who disappeared under their reign.

I started to say if you think a thousand people disappearing is bad, wait till you hear about the founding of the United States. I keep quiet.

He is finally pulled out of the lobby.

I think to myself as he leaves:

Have I said too much?
There’s nothing more
I can think of
To say to you
But, all you have to do
Is look at me to know
That every word
Is true!

Don’t cry for me Argentina.