Story Time - Water Shot

Scenerio: Seven years ago around 9 PM in a drug den/ dive bar Phoenix strip club named Bliss. Having been there about three hours doing Patron shots with the ladies I was severely inebriated.

I order two shots of Patron from the huge burly thuggish bartender. He puts one shot in front of me and one in front of dancer I'm sitting with.

Something seemed off so I reach and grab the shot placed in front of the dancer to drink it. She stops me and basically admits it's water in the shot.

In my drunken mind I thought it was a good idea to call the huge thug bartender over and slurr something about him ripping me off for the price of a shot.

Getting caught ripping me off seemed to piss him off. The dancer quickly scurried away.

Instead of giving me my money back, the thug bartender agitatedly poured me a double shot of Patron which I was passed the point of drinking but downed it anyway.

I barely made it the bathroom before puking my guts out. I was asked to leave soon after that.

Sometimes I wonder how many hundreds of water shots I've paid for.