like clockwork, a group of Mexicans will come to the bar sometime throughout the week. It’s usually the same gang of greasy, rude, disgusting guys, drinking Coronas, spitting on the floor and ruining my night. They stare at all the girls, making them feel uncomfortable. They scare off my customers- no one wants to sit next to that. They never tip, but it’s okay. They’ll never notice the extra 5 added to their bill after they leave.

Tonight, one of them kept asking me for a “peektur.” Assuming he wanted a picture, I said no every time, and walked away. About an hour and a half went by before I realized he was saying “pitcher.” I still said no every time, and walked away.