Friday was my last day working as a bartender at a college bar. It was also one of our barbacks last days. I'll call him John. Both of us are gearing up for graduation this Sunday. It should be noted that our manager is very laid back and
we dont serve Smirnoff Ice at our bar. Also, John had asked me if I had heard of Icing Bros two weeks prior, so I knew he was in the know and fair game.
It's about 9:00 pm and the bar is still relatively dead. I ask John to watch the bar for a minute so I could smoke. Instead I run across the street to a liquor store and pick up a sixer of Ice. I put 5 in the trunk of my and sneak one in to the bar with me and place it in a metal box that John likes to use when he is checking IDs at the door to keep his stamp and wristbands in.
At our bar we generally have 2 or 3 barbacks working on any given night that rotate from working behind the bar to checking IDs, so I assumed that at some point in the night he would switch to the door, bring his box, and get iced the first time he had to check somebodies ID. 45 minutes go by and sure enough up the steps to the bar runs John, from down by the entrance, cursing up a storm and saying "I can't believe you got me... you're going down". Now I had him right where I wanted him.
I let everything calm down for a while and allow John to plot his revenge. After two hours or so I run down to my car and pick up 2 Ices from my car. I hide one in my back pocket, covered by my bar towel, and give the other one to a bar regular. I ask her to take it down to the entrance and give it to John, saying that she bought him a Ice at the bar to get me back with.
We don't serve Ice at the bar. John clearly should have known this, being a barback, but I was banking on him being way to excited to get me back to consider that it was a trap.
20 minutes later John runs up the steps with a freaked out look on his face shouting "Dude there's a fight downstairs, I need some help NOW!" As I walk from behind the bar he attempts the lamest Icing ever and simply pulls the planted Ice from his back pocket saying "You Just got Iced, Bro". The look on his face when I pulled out the hidden blocker from my back pocket was priceless
As an added bonus he got down on one knee and chugged both my ice and the planted ice. I'm not sure if that's in the rules or not, but I wasn't going to stop him.
Last edited by AlexHoops; 06-09-2010 at 02:33 AM.