You glance at your watch again. Around 10 minutes have passed and the barman still hasn’t taken your order. He probably hasn’t even recognized your presence.
“Am I ever going to get served here?” you mutter just so loud that he doesn’t actually hear you.
And to top it off, now he’s flirting to that blonde with the outrageously big cleavage.
“Damn nightclubs, I shouldn’t even be here…”