General Discussion

My first wife took a job as a cocktail waitress in a toney sort of restaurant/bar, not long after we got married. She was like 22 at the time. One of her first shifts there, she was serving a table full of men. As she walked past the table, one of them reached out and grabbed a handful of her butt. She turned and emptied a pitcher of margaritas she was carrying on his lap.

The guy hollered for the bar manager, who quickly came over. He looked at the guy with a pant full of maragaritas, and said, "Keep your hands to yourself. Now, get out!"

And that was that, and how it should go. Often, though, the bar management looks the other way.