Truly one of the worst dining experiences I have ever had. The bar wench was one of the most self absorbed twits I have ever encountered. She ignored repeated requests for a glass -- I understand and acknowledge that it's a very unconventional request -- despite the fact that I flailed my hands right in front of her and begged her assistance.
I have to admit, though, that eventually she began to comprehend my gesticulation and verbal utterances and handed me a glass with an audible sigh.
I fear though that she falls into a category that Billy Eichner defined: tattoos are her personality.
I wish her well in her future career as a high school guidance counselor. Her parents did a bang up job.