So, I gotta share this thing that happened the other week. It was one of those evenings, you know? I just wanted to grab a quick drink after a long day, unwind a bit. Found this kinda quiet place, not too crowded, perfect.
Anyway, I settled in at a small table, just minding my own business. Then this fella sits down a couple of tables away. Nothing major, but he just kept… looking? Maybe I was imagining it. You know how sometimes you just get a feeling? It wasn’t aggressive or anything, just this persistent vibe that felt a little off. Made me shift in my seat a few times.
My mind immediately went to that whole ‘angel shot’ thing. Saw it online ages ago. You go to the bar, ask for it a certain way, and they know you need some help, discreetly. Neat idea, right? Never thought I’d actually consider using it.
The Plan (Sort Of)
After like, ten minutes of this awkward glancing game, I thought, okay, maybe I should just flag the bartender. Better safe than sorry. I wasn’t scared scared, more like… unsettled? Yeah, unsettled’s the word. So, I got up, walked over to the bar, trying to look casual.
Got the bartender’s attention. He looked super young, probably new. I leaned in a bit and said, kinda quiet, “Can I get an angel shot?”
Here comes the twist…
He just stared at me. Blank face. Then he frowned, like he was trying to remember a recipe. “An angel shot?” he repeated, way louder than I’d hoped. “Uh, lemme see. What’s in that?”
Oh. My. God. The awkwardness. I kinda froze. He’s looking genuinely puzzled, waiting for ingredients. I mumbled something like, “Oh, uh, never mind. Sorry, thought it was like, a local special.” My face was burning.
What Happened Next
I just ordered my usual drink instead, paid, and scurried back to my table. Took a peek over at the guy who’d made me feel weird. Guess what? He was gone. Vanished. Maybe he just went to the restroom? Or maybe he left? No idea. The whole situation just… evaporated.
- Felt a bit silly.
- Felt kinda relieved.
- Felt super awkward about the bartender situation.
It really made me think, though. It’s great these safety nets exist, these code words and stuff. But it also depends entirely on people knowing what they mean, right? This poor kid at the bar had no clue. Not his fault, maybe just wasn’t trained on it. Or maybe it’s not as universal as the internet makes it seem. Makes you wonder how many places actually do know the drill.
So yeah, that was my ‘angel shot with a twist’ moment. No drama, no rescue, just a whole lot of awkwardness and a reminder that sometimes things aren’t quite what you expect, and communication, or the lack of it, is everything. Ended up just finishing my drink and heading home. Definitely a memorable, kinda weird evening.
