We've talked about lines here before, but it's always a hot topic that deserves to be revisited.
Every once in awhile, I run into an acquaintance who was recently at The Sandbar and had to wait in line. Whether it was 5 minutes or half an hour, they give me an earful about how they don't understand why they had to wait in line, because they know me. (Or they know Dave, or Peach, or "the owner." It's all the same).
What's funny about this is that it's never a close friend who makes this complaint; it's always someone we know who's a friend-of-a-friend-of-a-friend. In other words, someone who wouldn't think to call and invite us to a party, but by God, we shouldn't make them wait in line at The Sandbar.
The thing people don't understand is this: we WANT you to come inside. We want ALL of you to come inside. Whether we know you or not. We want you to spend your money, buy drinks, tip our bartenders, sing and dance and have fun. We don't want to make anyone wait outside.
Unfortunately, our legal capacity is only 49 based on fire codes. If we let everyone in whenever they wanted, not only would we be violating fire codes and subject to a hefty fine, but it would also be unsafe.
So, don't take it personal when you have to wait in line; we don't enjoy making people wait. It has nothing to do with your status as a person. It's a necessary evil and we all have to do it at one time or another.
In fact, the last time someone complained to me about this, I had spent about twenty minutes waiting in line that night too.
And for all you single folks, it’s a great chance to meet people and get some digits!
i like to consider the line an extension of the bar, just without the alcohol.
No kidding. “Burnin’ down the house” is fine on the jukebox, but a bad idea for the bar in general!
so, funny that i publish this blog, because just tonight i waited in line.
not long, but it was funny, because some random ‘big shot’ in front of me thought that if he took my sandbar visor, he could “show me how it’s done” and get in faster.
unfortunately for him, it backfired when the people who were in front of him in line recognized the visor and me, and then screamed about why was i waiting in line.
the guy was sufficiently put in his place.
yes, even i wait in line.
Let’s be honest, waiting in line is like a rite of passage.
Waiting in line is like a Sandbar rite of passage.
Actually it’s more like a rite of passaage.
Or would it be Left of Passage?