Spanish Exchange Student: I'll have Vodka.
Me: (immediately sighing) Vodka and what?
Me: Yeah I heard ya, do you want a straight shot of vodka? on the rocks? with cranberry?
(I roll my eyes and pour the guy a straight shot of vodka in a cup.)
SES: Where is ice?
Me: Hmmm (forcing a smile), you want ice in that?
SES: Ice. Yes.
(I take a shaker tin and empty some ice into the cup. The Spaniard still stands at the bar and stares at me. There are 5 other people waiting for me but he refuses to budge.)
Me: Need anything else there bud?
SES: Juice? Ahhhh, Vodka, juice.
Me: You want a mixer?? Any particular juice?
(I grab his cup and put OJ in it. He smiles and walks away and I'm barely able to contain my rage as I continue serving customers. Instead of pounding out 10 drinks, I spent 2 minutes trying to decipher what type of drink someone, who I know for a fact will not be tipping me, wants.)
Imagine this scenario played out 25 times a night. It can put me a bit on edge. Of course if I had the choice I'd be in Spain pissing off bartenders with my poor grasp of their language, instead of serving illiterate Spaniards here in Richmond, so I can't blame these people that much.