I Think The Alcohol Made You Forget Your Age

I have been saving this story for you ALL week!

Let me start off with a small preface: I work at a bar that only has a 1:30 a.m. Missouri state liquor license. What this means is Monday through Saturday we can be up until 1:30 in the morning, and Sunday's we are only allowed, by law, to stay open until midnight: http://atc.dps.mo.gov/licensing/by_drink.php

Story Time:
An older woman, and three older men sat down at the far end of the bar at about 10:00 p.m. As usual at this time, I begin my spiel of, "I'm sorry, we are a 1:30 bar Monday through Saturday, but on Sundays we have to close, by law, just like the liquor stores, by midnight. I just wanted to give you a heads up, as we will have to do last call by the latest at 11:30 p.m. and everyone has to be out the door by 11:50 p.m" They understood, so they seemed. By 11:00 p.m. two of the gentlemen had left, leaving the older man and woman at the bar together. At this time she started crying to the older gentleman about something that happened to her when she was eighteen years old!! At 11:30 p.m. I did last call, and the older gentleman had the audacity to ask my other bartender to brew him a fresh pot of coffee to make him an Irish coffee. We instructed the gentleman that it would be a minute before the entire pot of coffee would be done brewing and that he had done last call already. He started to throw a fit, we then told him he wouldn't be able to drink it fast enough before they had to leave due to bar closing, he thought otherwise and continued to throw a fit. As this had already ruffled our feathers for the evening,  with much clean up work still ahead of us, at 11:45 p.m. I asked everyone to finish up their drinks and head to the door and that it was bar closing time. These two were not the only 2 people in the bar, there were three other gentlemen in the bar at the other end.

The older woman then informed me, I had no right to kick her out and that I just hated my job in which I would find a new one. I informed her that she was not being singled out, as everyone had to leave the bar, and that it was the law within our liquor license that we must close at midnight on Sundays. She continued out the door and yelled "BLAH. BLAH. BLAH. BLAH." to me while holding my bar door open. 

Thought's in my head: Excuse me hold old are you!? 60 or 5!? Get your life together for peed-sakes. First your crying over something that happened when you were 18 years old and now you are talking to me like a freshly 21 year old drunk girl, if not a toddler!? Mind Blown.