Sunday, January 20, 2008
Held For Ransom
Last Friday night I ended up staying in with Ben. We watched this very bizarre documentary here, here, and here
It is a strange documentary mostly for its appallingly misleading take on libertarian philosophy and its omissions of truth when dealing with game theory. Mostly, it tries hard to hide its idiotic Marxist critique but gets too carried away and reveals itself. Anyway, I didn't have any money so we drank tea instead of beer and argue about the extent of US culpability for the Khmer Rouge regime in Cambodia.
I wake up the next day and Beth tells me what I missed:
I don't remember this but a few weeks ago Sean, the closet monster, trashed a bar with some "buddies" and went on their merry way, leaving a wake of destruction.
Fast forward to last Friday night. The usual gang is drinking in a Herna during the early hours of the morning. In walks the bartender who was presiding over the bar that was trashed by Sean. He is with his friends and they recognize Sean and grab him by the throat. Beth says they were focused entirely on Sean and ignored everyone else. The bartender explained, in very good English, he was forced to pay for the damages which totaled 5,000 Kr (about $600). This is a huge amount of money for a Czech person- average bartending wage is 60kr an hour. Thus arises an interesting question: what exactly was he doing when Sean and his friends were fucking up the bar? Not paying attention? Helpless because he was outnumbered? The bartender informs the lad that unless he gets his money back now, they will beat him half to death and call more friends to help.
Here is the problem. The bartender is in the right. If a bunch of foreigners trashed my bar, I would want to kill him to. Besides, Sean is sort of stinky...like warm garbage. By now, I think the situation had sunk though Sean's immensely dense cranium and he was scared to be sure. My friends, though they sympathized with the legitimate beef of the bartender started to panic. Beth told Sean that he better call those other guys to help him. As it turned out, Sean's friends were actually tourists who had fucked off to Greece since then. Beth threatened to call the police but he laughed in her face because "they were his friends."
Mike agreed to go get the money and caught a taxi back home to get the money. The bartender gave him I think a 30 minute deadline. He asked the taxi driver to drive fast because he needed to get ransom money. The taxi driver took this with the stride of someone who deals with this situation on a regular basis. Meanwhile, back in the bar Beth snuck into the bathroom and called the police. When they arrived they stayed for about 45 seconds: long enough to walk up to the bar and ask the (on the job right now) bartender if there was a problem. The bartender shrugged and said no. The police walked out. The bartender holding Sean became very angry and demanded to know who called the police but then his focused went quickly back to Sean. Sean, understandably, was shitting his pants.
Fortunately Mike arrived in the nick of time with the money and the angry Czechs let him go-seemingly content that their demands were met. I say seemingly because they shadowed my friends at the next two bars they went to. At Bombay, they were literally buying victory drinks with Mike's money standing next to Mike.
Sean claims that at least one of them was connected to the Russian mob but it seems like he was just a regular Czech bartender who was royally pissed off about getting fucked over by some foreigner. This reminds me of my similar experience here two years ago when we were running from an inflated tab and my roommate got his nose broken by the gigantic bartender (though my friend had been looking for a fight all night long). Sean owes Mike more than just the 5,000 plus taxi ride (which I imagine was expensive)- he owes him the equivalent of two plus pints of blood and spending months in a variety of casts. Did Sean sort of deserve that for what he did? Probably. Were my friends sympathetic to the bartender's argument? Definitely. But who wants to spend Saturday morning in a hospital?
Thanks for letting me post this dude.