While I've admitted to being unnecessarily judgmental about sweet cocktail drinkers, and therein publicly apologized, there is something I cannot and will not apologize for: rude, obstinate, and pretentious drinkers. There is a particular group of customers whose questions seem to hide their true intentions, and, when their diversion is met with unsatisfactory results, they chide the bartender for failing to meet their needs. No bartender should have to suffer the long, drawn-out inquisitions of those whose sole purpose is to befuddle with bellicose bargaining. Shameful as it is, these customers are all too often absolutely smug about their humorless yet time-consuming approach.
Decorum would hold that the bartender should just walk away and wait on someone more deserving of his time, but our jobs too often rely on an exiguous portion of the bill that they hang above your head as though it were the strings of a puppeteer. Still, some bartenders do walk away. One that I'd frequent, named Jonathan, would castigate first-time Martini drinkers for not issuing specific instructions. He was unwilling to imagine the laundry list most Martini drinkers demand and then have the drink returned because it wasn't dirty enough, or had too much vermouth.