The Glass Is Fragile, Just Like His Masculinity
A forty-something-year-old gentleman and a lady come in and sit at the bar.
Customer: “I’d like a gin martini for myself and my companion.”
I make it and serve it to him, but his face instantly drops. He looks absolutely insulted.
Customer: “What the f*** is this?!”
Me: “You ordered a gin martini, right?”
Customer: “Yes!”
Me: “That’s what that is.”
Customer: “But this glass is so unmanly!”
Me: “That’s a martini glass, as in the glass that was literally designed for the drink you ordered.”
Customer: “Get me a manly glass. This glass is emasculating me!”
I made one in a rocks glass, and he was fine.
The Glass Is Fragile, Just Like His Masculinity
A forty-something-year-old gentleman and a lady come in and sit at the bar.
Customer: “I’d like a gin martini for myself and my companion.”
I make it and serve it to him, but his face instantly drops. He looks absolutely insulted.
Customer: “What the f*** is this?!”
Me: “You ordered a gin martini, right?”
Customer: “Yes!”
Me: “That’s what that is.”
Customer: “But this glass is so unmanly!”
Me: “That’s a martini glass, as in the glass that was literally designed for the drink you ordered.”
Customer: “Get me a manly glass. This glass is emasculating me!”
I made one in a rocks glass, and he was fine.