Crabby Patty
I worked in a couple of different bars on and off and from time to time. Usually as a favor to the owner, or as a side job to pass time normally spent in front of the TV. I also had plans on opening my own bar one day and thought the experience would be helpful.
I soon learned that every bonafide liquor joint has a bar fly. A woman, usually an alcoholic that has such low self esteem she lets random men buy her drinks, then flirts and fucks a different guy each night. Sometimes they can do more than one guy per night.
Morality aside, this behavior is just plain stupid. It's like Russian roulette with venereal disease. Not to mention the possibility of one of these women going home with a psychopath.
There was this one girl, I'll call "Patty" She was a pretty brunette in her mid 30's clean, well dressed with a very sweet personality. I saw nothing wrong with her and was surprised when I was told not to serve her alcohol.
The owner of the bar informed me that after two drinks Patty goes crazy and loses all mental capacity and self control, almost as if she was allergic to alcohol in some way.
I felt sorry for her, that is until I saw the extent of her affliction.
This bar relaxed its restrictions on Patty and she began to drink one night. Next thing you know, she is sitting in some guys lap doing some serious heavy petting right in the middle of the bar in front of everyone. I told them to get a room or take it elsewhere. They went out in the front parking lot and proceeded to have sex on top of one of the cars, in broad daylight buck nekkid.
The owner went outside grabbed Patty, dragged her back inside. The guy she was having sex with got spooked and drove off with her clothes.
Patty was in the back office with no clothes on and screaming at us for interrupting her fun.
We finally found an over sized T shirt and forced her to put it on, and a female employee drove her home.
We didn't see Patty for a few weeks Then all of the sudden, she showed up again and talked one of the new bartenders into buying her shots. Next thing you knowshe has her legs spread on top of the bar and giving everyone a show with a beer bottle.
I called the cops and told them what was going on. They knew Patty and were tired of dealing with her. They told me to call her a cab. I called the cab company that we had an account with and they knew Patty too and refused to pick her up. It turns out she once tried to rape one of the cab drivers.
The owner was busy bar tending and the place was packed so she said it was up to me to get Patty home. I almost quit right then and there. Luckily, another customer was a friend of mine and he offered to help me.
By this time, Patty was incoherent, falling down and pathetically trying to get any guy to go to the bathroom and have sex with her.
I picked her up in a fireman's carry and put Patty in my truck. As I was driving her home she kept screaming at us, things like, It wasn't time for her to go home and she wanted more beer and cigarettes. She was like a banshee with all her wailing and flailing.
I had enough. I hollered as loud as I possibly could, "SHUT THE FUCK UP PATTY WE ARE DOING YOU A FUCKING FAVOR, PLEASE SHOW US SOME CONSIDERATION!"
She immediately shut her mouth and began crying, sheesh! I hate that shit. My friend and I carried her to her apartment, tossed her in the door, locked it and left.
On the way back to the car my friend said, "that was the coolest thing I ever saw, I have never seen anyone make a hysterical drunk woman shut up before, and you yelled so loud my ears are ringing".
Patty tried to come back and drink several days later like nothing had happened. Much to her chagrin, I never allowed that woman to drink a single drop at that bar again.
What a waste of a human life. I don't go to bars anymore. It makes me disgusted and sad.
Labels: Society
posted by Bill Rowland @ October 18, 2006
18 Comments
18 Comments:
*stunned silence*
Did Patty have...er...mental issues? Low self-esteem and all, I still can't see someone doing any of that shit unless it was at gunpoint.
- ISU Tinkerer
As soon as the first beer hit her lips she went from Jeckyll to Hyde.
I'm thinking an alcohol allergy, many times people insanely crave things the are allergic to.
Patty is yet another text book psychopath. You're probably right about the alcohol allergy, but the mental disorder is definitely psychopathy. In men it manifests itself in a more violent nature; in women it's sexual promiscuity. Alcohol is usually a heavy contributor to the behavior patterns. Patty will eventually be killed by her irresponsible behavior and lack of consideration to others. Unfortunately, good riddance.
Holy cow. From time to time I consider parttime work as a bar tender.
Maybe I can meet my very own Patty.
I know the kind you speak of hammer. When I first met Jose he DJ'd in a night club and he made me go to work with him every night because they always tried hitting on the bartenders and the DJ's. They also like flashing their chest to anyone who would look. It was pretty pathetic. That was really cool of you though to take responsibility for her and get her home safe.
my last girlfriend had similar problems with alcohol. Not to that extreme, mind you, but the sugar amped her up and the alcohol made her think she was impervious to consequnces.
I have seen many people over the course of a life with this affliction. The only cure is abstainance.
Some of these comments are ignorant and heartless...hate to say it.
But the fact of the matter is that she probably
a) had an allergy
b) had intolerant DNA (maybe Indian heritage)
c) was severely and repeatedly sexually abused her entire life
This happens in women, they get tortured and raped and find that their only sense of self worth is in their sexual value.
Since it is men who usually do the raping and abusing of the women, it sucks that men then make fun of them as well.
Have a heart and get educated.
That being said, she sounds nuts to me. The thing that gets me is her crying.
She was screaming for attention. Negative attention is attention.
Hammer, your comment got through to her, and so she cried for all the abuse she endured, that nobody knew about.
Want to know how I know all this? I am a psych major in rehabilitation. i was also raped and abused and became promiscuious when drunk when i was way younger.
Thankfully I grew out of it, because I got away from my abusers.
My guess is that Patty never did, in that once she was safe, they were still in her head.
But, she could be nuts all around...who knows, I never met her.
Thanks, Hammer for sitting through my pre-PMS bitch-rant.
Now come on over and laugh at Bush with me.
PS: I like you.
I saw similar situation – a drunk woman kissed one guy and then kissed his friend. The bartender told the guys that they should have just kissed each other and been done with it.
I don’t drink much anymore and when I go out with friends I want to talk and it is generally too noisy in bars to hear anything.
I've spent my whole life trying to help people that were hell bent on self destruction. I have not had one success. I finally found that I cannot change anyones path but my own.
Patty was indeed a sweet charming girl when sober. I have no doubt she was abused and probably had deep psychological issues.
What really bothered me is her always acting as if nothing happened, creating for herself an endless cycle of dangerous abhorrent behavior.
I'm glad you got through that horrible ordeal and I thank you for bringing additional insight.
I was a psychology/sociology major
myself and I learned enough about abnormal behavior to make me not want to choose counceling or social work as a profession.
Seriously,
I am considering becoming a janitor.
I just wonder if disassociation or even split personality were not at work there,
I like your writing.
I just hate it when people fall into "waste of human life categories"
I specialize in juveniles because I realize there is little hope for adults... too far gone.
I gave up on helping people who dun give a dam about wanting that help. May be my method was wrong; I had not study anything that is related to human psychology. But I realise one thing. That is, if these people had wanted help, they will be willing to at least try to change when they know that someone is there trying to help them. More often then not, in my opinion, they have grown so used to feeling sad and pathatic about themselves that they started to enjoy this feelings. The couple of people I had tried to help ended up sucking all my energy that I decided that it was too much for me to handle. And after moving on many years later, I found out that they were still stucked in the same situation as before.
This story seems to me to be a typical example of how alcoholism changes a personality. It's the Jekyll and Hyde syndrome. If you've never known an alcoholic, then you don't know what this condition is capable of doing to a person.
A visit to an AA meeting can be very educational.
Very sad story. I have known women close to me who've had these tendencies, though certainly not to this extreme, and the word pathetic is the most appropriate.
The fact is, the one who I know the best that has these tendencies was never raped or molested, just a problem drunk who is unable to stop herself once she gets into that mode. It is incredibly sad, infuriating and disturbing to be around.
Oddly enough, it seems to me that it occurs most often in women who otherwise consider themselves strong feminists. Perhaps this psychosis is a manifestation of modern expectations that women pursue manless self-reliance? Admittedly, my sampling is small, but it is worth noting.
I fear this Patty is headed for a terrible ending.
Geez, what a woman. I have never been a regular bar-guest...and the reason IS just the point that I don't like the changes alcohol do with people...little or much changing
Frankly, I like being sober as a lifestyle....
How sad to voluntarily spend your life doing things you either can't remember or probably regret...
It's not that I don't like the taste of a once or twice yearly amaretto on the rocks. It's that I like never having to apologize... A little self-control combined with indifference is a very good thing...
Sincerely,
Anne Elizabeth
ooh, sad story, well-told. My sister has lost all respect for bar-hang-arounders, since she's been waiting tables at one for the past year or so. She always has pitiful stories about the wasted lives. You probably saved Patty's life. Too bad she didn't know what to do with it.
I agree with infinitesimal about education and compassion. It sounds like a lot of people are recognizing that Patty more than likely has a mental illness, but then blaming her for it. That really bothers me. It bothers me because I'm at a point in my life where I've pretty well got my own mental illness under control and can be considered accountable for myself, but how would I be different if people had treated me like Patty?
Hammer, yelling at her wasn't the best thing to do, but you're not a professional and were just thrust into the situation. What I really wonder is why the cops don't put her in a mental hospital. Or, if they've gone that route already, why is there not someone in her personal life to take responsibility for her, like family? I get the feeling anyone who may have tried to help her tried once or twice and then gave up. That's not enough when someone has a mental illness.
Phoenix: Everyone had given up on her. I kept banning her from the bar but stupid assholes kept letting her in. What a waste of a life. Every person who tried to befriend her (male or female) or help her ended up becoming an object of her sexual craze.
I'm glad I quit that scene. I can't stand to watch people destroy themselves.
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