Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a bartender in Surte (se) is like riding a rollercoaster blindfolded. One minute you’re chillin’, the next you’re dodging drama like it’s a game of dodgeball.
So, I roll into work at this little joint on Storgatan, right? It’s a cozy spot, but today? Ugh, it was packed. Like, people were spilling out the door. I’m thinkin’, “Great, more tips, but also, great, more chaos.”
First off, this dude walks in, all swagger and attitude. He’s got a leather jacket, sunglasses indoors—classic. He orders a whiskey neat, but then he starts talkin’ about how he’s the “king of Surte.” I’m like, “Bro, you’re in a bar, not a throne room.” But whatever, I pour him his drink.
Then, outta nowhere, this lady at the bar starts crying. Like, full-on sobbing. I’m tryin’ to keep it together, but I’m also like, “What’s happening?” Turns out, she just got dumped. I mean, who breaks up in a bar? So, I slide her a free drink. Gotta love the power of booze, right?
But then, the drama escalates. The “king” guy starts flirtin’ with her. I’m thinkin’, “Dude, read the room!” She’s not interested, but he’s persistent. I’m about to step in when suddenly, the door swings open, and in walks a group of rowdy teens. They’re loud, obnoxious, and they think they own the place.
They start ordering shots like it’s their last night on Earth. I’m pouring drinks like a madman, trying to keep up. Meanwhile, the “king” is still trying to impress the crying lady. I’m just standing there, shaking my head. Surte, man. It’s wild.
Then, the teens decide to start a dance-off. In the middle of my bar! I’m like, “This ain’t a club, people!” But they’re having the time of their lives, and honestly, it’s kinda funny. I can’t help but laugh.
But then, the crying lady gets up, and she’s like, “I’m done with this!” She storms out, and I’m thinkin’, “Great, now I gotta deal with Mr. Swagger.” He’s all confused, like he just lost his chance.
And just when I think it can’t get crazier, the power goes out. Yup, blackout in Surte! The whole street goes dark. I’m standing there, holding a bottle of vodka, like, “What now?”
But then, the teens start singing. I swear, it was like a scene from a movie. They’re belting out some pop song, and I’m just standing there, laughing. It’s ridiculous, but it’s also kinda beautiful.
Finally, the lights flicker back on, and I’m back to pouring drinks. The “king” guy is gone, the crying lady is gone, and the teens are still dancing. I’m exhausted but happy.
As I close up, I think about Surte. It’s a small town, but man, it’s full of life. The streets, the people, the unexpected moments. It’s chaotic, but it’s home.
So, yeah, that was my day. Just another wild ride in Surte (se). Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings!