Walked in on a Sunday, not such a busy night.
I was ignored by two bartenders when I ordered a cranberry juice. I finally got another employees attention and asked where my drink was for the third time. I was giving a dirty look and the blonde bartender looked at me and said what the "F" does it look like I'm doing back here. I spoke to the manager on duty "Dakota" he asked if he can offer me anything. No thanks! Give your bartenders lessons on taking orders.