Waiting In Vegas

Two men are sat in my station.  One leaves immediately to go to the restroom after telling his friend his drink order.  When I arrive at the table the remaining man says “My friend wants an iced tea and I will have a Roy Rogers.”  I immediately think “What a fucking loser douchebag – what kind of grown fucking man has the nerve to say ‘Roy Rogers’ out loud without his testicles retreating inward?”  Then I walk to the bar to pick up his coke with grenadine, while making fun of him with my neo-nazi co-worker.

When I return, the man proceeds to hit on me saying stuff like “What’s an attractive girl like you like to do for fun?”  I answer with brief yet polite answers and finally manage to slip away when another table flags me down for something.  When both men look ready to order I return to take their order.  Loser douchebag then says “My Roy Rogers didn’t have a cherry – can you bring me one?”  Shortly afterward the man asks me what I have planned after work.  I thought “certainly not fucking a guy who orders a roy rogers – fucking loser.”  Too bad I couldn’t telepathically transmit this message.

BTW, this story would not be worth mentioning if this fucking loser douchebag would’ve just had the decency to say “cherry coke.”  Lots of losers hit on me because I have a vagina and I work on the Las Vegas strip but I have never been hit on by someone who ordered a “Roy Rogers” – mostly because they have always been 2.