I pissed her off good

There was some customer drama in our show last night. There was a request slip on my piano with $25 attached asking for me to call down Jenny who was celebrating her bachelorette party. Over the microphone I asked for Jenny to come to the stage where I began to roast her. After 3 minutes into it, one of her friends whispered in my ear that her name was not Jenny, it was Ashley. I quickly realized that Ashley was another bachelorette roast request that I also had on my piano and was only accompanied by $7. Now you must realize that part of format of the show with every partner I have ever worked for is that we do the calldowns with the most money first. This is part of the education process with all of our audiences that encourages them to tip higher. And seven dollar Ashley had clearly cut the line, so to speak, usurping Jenny’s rightful place. So over the microphone I say, “Well if this is Ashley, then where is Jenny?” Ashley is looking pissed now, but I said to her, no, it’s ok, I want you to stay onstage too. She must not have heard me, because she came over to my piano and grabbed my mic and angrily yells something about not being able to get called down unless you tip the piano players a lot of money. I tried to calm Ashley down, and as Jenny came to the stage, I told her to go over to my partner’s piano, and I asked Ashley to sit with me. I then set up a roast for the two of them, where me and my partner would trade rude knock-knock jokes at the girls’ expense. But only 30 seconds into it, Ashley gets up off the piano bench, grabs her request slip with her $7, and her and her 6 friends march out of the bar, indignant. She was pissed that she had to share the stage during “her” calldown, except that it wasn’t her calldown at all. It was Jenny’s call down, and when I asked for “Jenny”, Ashley came to the stage. So of course, I had to go through all of this with the entertainment director who was one of my partners that night, but not onstage at that moment. He had seen it all and absolved me of any wrongdoing, which was good, since he could have chosen to be a prick about it.

When I went back into the employee break room, there was a big drama happening because one of the waitresses' wallet was stolen out of her purse she had stored in the break room. She was out $300, and the management was taking it pretty serious. They eventually found the wallet but the money was missing. The cops were called, and from what I could gather, they actually did pin down who did it. Turns out the culprit (who had worked for the club for 6 month) had a couple prior arrests for petty theft.