To the ‘executive coat check girl’ at the dive club in downtown Halifax: First you ask me to pay double the cost to leave my sweater inside my coat at coat check. When I say that’s a ridiculous rule but I’ll take the sweater you then refuse to serve me. When I ask why you would refuse to serve me you say I’m being rude.
When I say I just want to check my coat you say you’re going to have me removed from the bar? Oh fuck off. You’re a coat check girl…get over yourself. -Not Worth My $10
This article appears in Jun 5-11, 2014.
In Coat check girls thoughts:
*electric guitar riffs* “I’VE GOT THE POWER!!!”
What is it with putting someone at the front of a bar and the massive ego that emerges?
She sounds stupid. Maybe a princess. Could be both.
She really does need to get over herself. You should have told her that.
Failed barista?
Ten doll hairs for a fuckin’ coat hanger?? Seuuriously?? Get outta the dirty dome and fly the fuck home – take your 10 bucks and buy a pack of cold shots and have you a party for one!
If it ain’t the overpriced drinks, servers ignoring ya, ignorant bouncers, now it’s the damn coat check.
Why would I ever want to go to a ‘dive club’ again?
Eff that.