Jerks.

So this past weekend was my town's annual festival.  I volunteered to work the beer stand at the cage fights.  I am new to town and thought I should get involved and also wanted to check it out without paying the outrageous admission fee.  I had been serving beer for about 2 hours.  These two guys were second in the line to be served and I heard one of them say... "Don't they usually get hot girls to serve beer at these things?". I immediately turned the other direction and went and start lining up shots, they were in my section of the table and I would have had to wait on them and I did NOT want to.  I stood with my back to them pouring shots on another table, not waiting on anyone.  This is their conversation:

First comment from Jerk #1: "Don't they usually get hot girls to serve beer at these things?"

Exit April!

Jerk #2: "Why? I can't even see, is she fugly or what?"

Jerk #1: "You don't see that big fat girl, right there?"

Jerk #2: "Oh, shes nice though, I bought the last bucket of beer from her.  She's a sweetie pie, just watch."

Jerk #1: "Well, I guess her face isn't that bad.  But her body is.  Hey, she's a BUTTER BODY.  And I thought they were called a BUTTER FACE.  I think her body is literally made out of butter, all 250 pounds!"

Jerk #2: "Chad, stop being a tool and order the bucket so we can sit down."

Jerk #1: "I didn't know you were a chubby chaser!!"

At this point one of the volunteers had taken their order and asked me to collect the tokens from them.  FUCK! I didn't even want to see what these guys looked like.  I knew my face was red and I was practically choking on the lump in my throat.  It was my responsibility to help.  I turned around and said, 'hey guys, did you have the bucket?'.  The one guy (not the total jerk) said "yes Ma'am" and the other one started laughing at which point Jerk #2 looked at Jerk #1 and said, "Chad, stop".  He handed me the tokens, I thanked him then turned around and threw them into our collection bucket.  I went outside and choked back tears while emptying out some garbage cans.  I went in and finished the night.

At the beginning of the night I was smiling at everyone, making conversation with them because the drinks were taking a while to make and really having a good time.  After this little incident, my whole night was off.  I noticed I was distracted, I screwed up a couple orders.  I wasn't smiling - the customers weren't engaging with me because I wasn't engaging with them.  When a guy would come up, I would try to avoid waiting on him thinking 'he'd probably rather have this little Malibu Barbie working with me wait on him anyway'.  The other volunteers and I were having a great time, dancing around with each other at the beginning and I was getting to know new people in my town.  I just sort of closed off after this.  They went out for a drink afterwards and I just skipped out and went home.  They asked me 'are you sure you don't want to come?'.  I said I was tired and had a long day ahead so needed rest.  I wasn't even tired - I stood on my feet for 5 hours like a champ, I would have loved to be invited by some new young people out and have a cold beer.... but, nope.  I couldn't come back from the Jerks and their bs.

I don't know what to say about it.  I shouldn't have taken it so hard but omgoodness it was just like someone was inserting a knife in my heart and twisting it.  I had a little bounce in my step that night.  I was happy.  I was excited, the crowd was live - it was a cage fight for crying out loud.  There was a lot of energy in the room!  Mine all turned to negative though and I couldn't shake it off......... :(