A man came up to me, said, “I’m not comfortable serving you,” took the pint out of my hand, and set it back on the counter where I’d set it down just moments ago before stepping outside. “You’re not comfortable serving me?” “No,” he said. “Can I at least hang out?” “No. You have to go.”
I was stunned. “I have to go?” “Yes,” he said starting to move to help me leave the bar. I bent down to pick up my bag. “That’s not your bag,” he said. “Actually, it is my bag.” He made me show the bag to my friends and asked if it was my bag. They confirmed that it was, and I left.
excerpted from “Shay’s Whine Bar “, Heath Row’s Media Diet
I can vouch for Heath. He wouldn’t go taking anyone’s beer or anyone’s bag. As he says himself, “I am so nonthreatening and comfortable.” I can vouch for that too!