waider | (perhaps surprisingly) not something I see often

Someone was refused drink at my local last night. A young-ish girl (I'm thinking early twenties at best) who was obviously intoxicated when she arrived at the bar at about ten thirty or so - talking in an annoyingly loud voice to friends standing next to her and enunciating with the excessive caution of the I'm-not-really-drunk-honest. She was with friends who bought the first few rounds, not out of trying to protect their friend from evil barstaff but simply because it was their turn at the bar. I know this much because one of them crowded up to the bar next to where I was sitting and her bag bounced off my elbow as she turned around. But when the subject of this tale approached the bar herself some time after eleven the barman politely declined to serve her on the grounds that she'd "had enough already".

I did giggle somewhat at the schadenfreude, then went back to my awful Bill Hicks bio.