I'm a bartender at a nice hotel/conference. This past summer, for some fucking reason, we had a convention of anime faggots in the hotel for a weekend. It was hilarious/terrible, because none of the faggots had any social skills, couldn't order any drink that wasn't in a goon-approved film (probably made 50 white russians or "caucasians" as some fatass dressed like Raiden said), they couldn't afford anything on the menu, so they would all share a burger, and then scarf down three or four bowls of free barnuts, and, or course, they were shitty tippers. It was like Something Awful had become a real place and I was trapped there. I gave up trying to even be polite and just ignored them for the few regular people still at the hotel. Instead I got one of the asian waitresses to stay late and work with me. She got over $400 from these faggots, which we split.

Some selected quotes:

"Yes, my good man, I'd like a tankard of ale." [I am not shitting you, this guy who weighed at least 300 pounds has a giant cardboard sword on his back and said that]

*staring at his feet, mumbling* "Yes, um, can I have, um whiskey and pop?"
-"Sure, what kind of whiskey?"
*confers with other neckbeard faggot* "Captain Morgan"

*stands at the end of the bar during a rush, holding a frozen dinner box* "Um, can I get some service please?"
-"Yeah?"
*holds out the dinner* "Microwave this for me"
-"Too busy, sorry"

"Yes, you can help me. I would like to inquire what is that young lady's name?" *points toward asian*
"Komiko"
"Ah, wonderful. Could you be so kind as to give her this note?"

The note was basically "I think you are beautiful, etc. Here is my number and AIM HANDLE"