Ruben couldn't Spell, grammar, or punctuate his way out of a wet paper bag...Looking at his spaghetti arms I don't think he could punch his way out either.
Absolute cobwebs between his rape apologist ears.
I'm really confused as to how a bar back spinning trays and collecting glasses really earns an establishment any money let alone millions. I suppose you play a role in allowing for them to be filled again, seems like a fairly insignificant role.
The fact you skate for a dogshit company where 80% of the product is pink yet act this hard is hilarious, way to run down the sidewalk after all your stolen pink merchandise, you really put the fear in the TL.
As a person who has owned and/or managed bars/nightclubs/venues for nearly 20 years, I can speak on this with a modicum of experience.
I imagine a situation like this...
“Ruben. Goddammit, Ruben, get over here!”
“Yes sir?”
“...This is the last time I want to tell you, you’re paid to gather glassware and restock the bar; cut it out with the tray twirling shit. You’re not Tom Cruise & this isn’t the bar back version of Cocktail.
Now get back to work. They’re running short on Coupes, Flutes, Pints & Rocks glasses, so make that your first priority, then restock the straws & napkins. Finally, make sure there’s plenty of ass-wipe in the bathrooms.”
“Yes sir.”
“And Chicas... If I see you spinning that tray one more time, you can go back to blowing dudes for cash in the alley.”
“Yes sir.”