Bigoted Bartender

Last nite I went to a beef 'n' beer benefit and came up against a bigoted bartender who gave me attitude. Again.

Apparently I am invisible to him when I want a beer, at least that's how it happened the first time I was in there, and last nite again.
Was it something I said?
Was it that I didn't laugh at his references to niggers, faggots and homos?

I read once that a man should never argue with his bartender.
OK, makes sense. It's his castle.
But I don't have to laugh along with his hateful small-mindedness, either.
And I'm glad I'm not him, and don't have his presumably miserable existence.

The experience reminded me why I don't frequent that corner tappy.