Just home from a night out and needed a rant before bed. I had a lovely evening at a gig with 3 friends (all of us mid-forties to early fifties, none single). We met outside the venue afterwards where one of my friends was having a smoke and chatting to the support band. Went for a drink opposite and said maybe see you over there.
The four of us get drinks and settle ourselves at a table, and shortly afterwards one of the guys we’d been chatting to came over and sat down. A few minutes later his friend comes over and sits down. The friend proceeds to be a complete knob - deliberately provocative. I was the other end of the table largely ignoring him, but one of my friends kept engaging in his wanky conversation, seemingly trying to change his mind about his awful views.
A young woman (bar staff) came over and said it was nearly time for last orders and he was fucking vile to her whilst pretending to be twinkly and banter-y and something inside me just snapped and I called him out on it. He didn’t react well at all and I ended up asking him to leave our table, which he refused to do. So I drank up and left and one of my friends came with me…but the other two just stayed, appeasing the menfolk like we are supposed to do, and I’m honestly so depressed by it all.
Why are they giving this arsehole the time of day? He’s not entitled to our time.
Then whilst we were waiting at the bus stop some drunk fucking man asked us for a cigarette, and when we said we didn’t smoke turned abusive. Of course.