From Redditor u/YoungPatrickBateman:
The bar I used work at had signs in the women’s bathroom informing the ladies to order a “Pink Russian” if they were feeling uncomfortable with their date.
Side Note: Yes, I know a Pink Russian is an actual drink, but it’s not one that we had on the menu or would make. We would simply respond “Unfortunately, we don’t stock the ingredients to make a Pink Russian” and then the wheels of the escape plan start to spin.
There was only one public entry/exit point to our bar, so our procedure, when possible was to escort them through the kitchen and out through the loading dock so their creeper date wouldn’t see them leaving.
If they weren’t able to order the drink on their own at the bar for whatever reason, or they ordered at the table, we would make an excuse to have the guy come to the bar - typically something wrong with their credit card (we required a credit card be held in the cash till when running a bar tab). Or if the lady had placed her credit card for the tab then we’d ask her to come up and “resolve the issue”.
Over the three years I worked there, I’d estimate at least one lady a week ordering a Pink Russian in the winter months and maybe 3 or 4 a week in the summer months (it’s a waterside bar, increased patronage in the summer).
The one that stands out most in my memory was a young lady, maybe 22, on a date with this 35+ year old dude. When she got up to go to the bathroom, he waited outside the toilet door for her. And then she wanted to order a drink at the bar and he stood unnecessarily close to her while she ordered. Kept telling her what she should get. She looked at me while smiling like she was dead inside and cheerily said “a double Pink Russian, straight up, please”. She wanted out immediately. I gave her the line about not having the ingredients, but offered a strawberry daiquiri instead with a wink and nod of acknowledgement.
In an effort to separate them I asked him if he’d like to start a bar tab, he said no, so I jeered him a bit saying things like “I’m sure running a tab will impress your date here” and “It means you’ll see my face less, because I won’t have to come to the table to charge your drinks each round.” He started the tab, ordered his beer, and they went to sit down.
About 5 minutes after they sat down, I went out and asked him if he could come to the bar because there was a problem with the pre-authorisation charge we do on bar tab credit cards. He comes up. I fiddle around with the machine so it would decline his care a few times.
One of the girls I work with went over to their table and asked the lady if she ordered the Pink Russian, she said yes, and they get up to head out through the kitchen while old mate is at the bar fixing his card problem.
Her date happened to turn around in frustration as the lady walked into the kitchen and asked why she was going in there. I shrugged and said I’d go find out. Went into the kitchen for a minute came back and said “one of the chefs knows her, just wanted to say hi.” The dude then proceeds to stand at the kitchen door for 10 minutes waiting for her.
He was asked several times to move because he’s in the way. He then accused us of kidnapping his date because she hadn’t come back. I had to tell him she bailed on him because she wouldn’t be coming back. He started making a scene and demanded to go into the kitchen to see if she was there. Pushed his way through and saw she wasn’t in there.
He stormed out and said he was calling the police. By this point we had to tell him what was up because we didn’t want to waste the police time.
He made a scene after being told he made her uncomfortable for whatever reason and she needed us to escort her out. He kept going and we had to call police to get him to leave, explained the situation to them, and they just responded saying “maybe you shouldn’t be a [creep], mate” and the dude left.
The lady came in a few weeks later to thank us for helping her out.