I ended up at St. Stephen's Green in Mountain View with my boyfriend in tow. We'd just come back from one of his speaking engagements and I was looking to eat food really badly; I had a thing for Shepard's Pie there once and decided I needed another taste.

The boyfriend had decided that I should go get to the bar to get the food because they weren't going to come to us before the kitchen stopped taking orders, and he'd scope out a place to sit instead. So it was.

It was actually 2 minutes until the bar was to stop serving food, and I'd squeezed myself into a little nook where I could possibly order if I could capture the bartender's attention. The reason I knew? A drunk patron had said to me, "Get on up here, girl... they're about to stop serving food" and shoved me forward so that the bartender would see me. Additionally, since he was much bigger than I, the bartender just ended up seeing him instead of me, and so this guy asked me what I wanted to eat and drink, so he tacked that onto his bar order and to his food order.

I introduced myself as Glenda. Then, chatted until I received my food, my beer, and then leaned over the bar and handed the bartender my card and charged it all to me -- his drinks, his buddy's drinks, and their food order, including everything I had ordered, and said, "Thank you for letting me get to the bar to order... he didn't even see me!" After the bartender slipped me the bill, I signed discreetly and thanked both him and his friend, and made my exit to sit and eat somewhere in the restaurant with my boyfriend.

He was drunk, and found me before he left the bar and scolded me for paying for everything.