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| - I always have fun at Blue Martini and meet tons of people to chat with and the service in general is great, too. The bartenders are very nice and attentive and I've never had to wait long for a drink. Even though it can get crowded, I've yet to wait in a line for the bathroom, either. Speaking of which...
I really wish they'd do away with the concept of bathroom attendants. I think I'm old enough to know how to wash and dry my own hands. Also, I don't carry cash so it's awkward feeling like a cheapskate when you're anything but and you can't tip the lady. This was so aptly pointed out by a snotty, awkwardly tall, raven haired patron powdering her nose in front of the mirror. If I didn't know any better I would have mistaken her for someone who'd just had a sex change or a corpse that had just been reanimated because she had the waxiest face ever.
After apologizing to the attendant for not being able to tip, the wax faced tranny rolled her eyes and said, "What? You don't have any AMERICAN DOLLARS?" I felt she was implying I was an illegal since I am of mixed heritage and am often mistaken for a variety of races. I'm not sure why white people feel they have to go there. Isn't being white enough?
Not that it was any of her business, but I explained that I don't carry cash. I also admonished her for rolling her eyes (I was too buzzed to dish out a proper tongue lashing) but she was too busy staring at herself in the mirror to care.
"This is Scottsdale, honey," she shot back, still powdering her face.
No, this is PHOENIX, Einstein. Blue Martini is in Phoenix, not Scottsdale. And not everyone carries cash to pay by the hour, you freakin' snotty ho. But it's one of those things you don't think to say until AFTER the fact.
Another typical brainless and uneducated Scottsdale fem bot who is obviously geographically challenged. Hopefully, she'll succumb to makeup poisoning and stay IN the grave.
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