Fighting for a Barstool

Nobody likes to sit next to a stranger. That’s pretty apparent whenever you go into a bar and sit at the bar top. You don’t sit down right next to a random stranger, because that’s creepy and weird. You always need a buffer chair (an empty chair that separates you from the other barflies). Everyone wants their own space, a personal place to drown their sorrows in peace. But the problem with everyone utilizing the buffer chair system is that when the bar fills up, there’s not enough space for groups to sit together. This could lead to a potential conflict, and alcohol and conflicts aren’t a good mix. You could end up fighting for a barstool. It’s been known to happen. Most of the time it will just be a verbal argument, but that could escalate quickly. I’ve seen people come to blows over a barstool. Drunk people will fight over anything though. Sometimes they even fight over women. Crazy, I know. Fighting for a barstool is pretty lame, but sometimes you have to defend your turf and your honor. Just don’t get carried away, because the buffer seat defense won’t hold up in court.

            Critically Rated at 10/17

Written, Rated, and Reviewed by Brendan H. Young

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One response to “Fighting for a Barstool

  1. Emm Dee

    Your post reminded me of something that happened to me in New Orleans during Mardi Gras that I actually had forgotten about. I was in a bar near Bourbon St. waiting for my friend to get off work and join me for the festivities. I was minding my own biz sitting at the bar, and three people came in. Two sat next to me at the bar, and one remained standing, as there were only 2 other free stools. They looked at me sitting there by myself, and one guy said to me, “Are you here alone?” And I said, “Yes, right now I am.” Thinking he was going to invite me to drink with them or something, which would have been the Mardi Gras thing to do. And then he said, “Then can you go to another bar that isn’t as crowded so we can all sit down?” I turned away from him and scratched the back of my head. With my middle finger. I think he got the idea. Maybe he was drunk but drinking is still no excuse for being an asshole.

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