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A guy, a little tipsy upon arrival,

decided to plant himself at the bar and order some drinks.

Two beers later he was clearly starting to become irrational,

so i distanced myself from where he sat and tried to focus on the other customers.

I could feel the other customers watching us and the guys on the other tables were even asking me if I was OK and if I needed help. I shrugged it off and said I was fine.

Obviously I still had to serve him since he kept beckoning to go over and serve him more alcohol.

One more drink later he became foul-mouthed, disgusting and disrespectful,

demanding I serve him more drinks,

and when he mentioned some stupidity about going home with him, as though he was at a whore house,

I completely flipped and told him that he had too much to drink and that I couldn't serve him any more.

(Restaurants have a safety policy where they can be held responsible for negligence if a person ends up with alcohol poisoning or fall over and hurt themselves)

Obviously, having already lost all rational sense he got agitated and started being really difficult.

At this point I was starting to feel shaky since

I was alone during that shift and I didn't know how to handle or get rid of this guy, who had by then started to become verbally abusive. 

I called the chef to come upstairs to accompany me for awhile but he assured me that the guy was probably harmless so I told him that I would call him up again if needs be.

Just as I was about to serve a table the guy came up and started walking in my direction.

I pivoted and wedged myself between 2 tables to avoid him but he started following me and by the crazed, mad man look on his face-- honest to God I thought he was going to grab and hit me.

You know how everything goes in slow motion when you're about to get into an accident but you just can't stop it? Yes that's what it felt like. No joke.

Out of defence I exclaimed loud enough for the closest tables to hear 

"Sir, what are you doing?!"

Maybe because I looked so petrified or that all the tables were now watching him like a hawk all of a sudden he backed off, calmed down and muttered 

"Just wanted to say thanks" and let himself out of the door. 

I was shaking like a leaf at this point and was clearly distressed but all the other kind customers kept asking if I was OK and somehow I managed to get my crap together for the rest of the night.
Somehow, just the thought that random customers were looking out for me rather than turning a blind eye managed to override the horrible picture of this beast in my mind.

It's ok, I came across one delirious bastard but then discovered 10 other kind souls. 

Not everyone in this world is a bad apple.