Venice-Ready to Rumble Pt. 2

(Note to reader: Please read 'Venice-Ready to Rumble Pt.1 before reading this post)

I don't recall if he said it in English or Italian but either way my ma understood. 'Oh no!' she said. 'No'. As she began speaking she walked from the public side of the bar to the bartender side. She was saying that the bartender said that he could change the drink. She was under the impression that she was only going to pay for one drink.

At this point, the woman bartender who was not in the mix until now, was speaking in English as well. 'You ordered two drinks. Two drinks. You will have to come back and speak to the manager about it tomorrow' HA! Come back tomorrow? Speak to the manager? Surely you jest. Do you know who you are dealing with?

If you were to look at the picture at this point you would see two bartenders, one male, one female on their rightful side of the bar. In addition, you have my ma who is feet away from them ready to, how do they say it, 'take this outside'. I'm on the public side of the bar with a 10 euro bill and the bill itself in one hand standing next to 3 Italians who picked one hell of a night to go out.

My ma, at no point was going to go on the retreat. She would either maintain her ground or continue to go on the offensive. We could have been posted there all night if need be.

As the male bartender sees my ma is not going anywhere he goes over to the cash register in a hurry. The woman bartender realizes she underestimated this woman and continues to argue but without really looking up from the drinks she had probably stirred over 57 times. Next thing I know, the male bartender is handing me a 5 Euro bill and takes the 10 while saying 'Ok. No problem. Its over'

I look at the bill, realize this jackass finally did the right thing and conceded. I yell to ma that everything is cool now and taken care of. (Up until this point, I never motioned or asked my mom to stop. Sure I had myself positioned to jump over the bar and break some faces but when my ma is on a roll, you just sit back and enjoy the show. Can't stop her, you just hope to contain her. Sort of like guarding Michael Jordan) Ma was startled but accepted my invitation to leave after I told her it was alright.

Once we got outside, I informed her that we paid 5 Euros instead of the 15 that was originally printed on the receipt. 'How'd that happen?' she asked. 'That guy just handed me the 5 and took the 10.' She said 'OK' and we continued our walk through the streets of Venice.

Moral of the story: Don't f*ck with my ma