People Who Had To Use Bar’s Safe Word Or Secret Drink Explain Why And What Happened (28 Examples)

My manager had to do this. poor lass was being stalked by her ex and she asked if angela was working, he said of course and took her upstairs to “meet her” until the cops arrived to deal with the guy.

the second worst part is, it’s so lucky he was trained for that because none of the rest of us were trained at all, despite there being posters around the building that literally said “staff were specially trained to help victims who ask for angela”. i would have known, and many of my women coworkers probably did, but not because we were trained for it, and she got so lucky she ran into the right person.

i don’t know what happened to her after that but i hope she’s safe and well.

A girl came up to me in a bar, grabbed my arms and kissed me on the lips and said, “hey baby!” And winked at me, and kissed me one more time (I think to hide my face). I smiled and then saw the guy behind her at the bar scowling at me. I looked at the girl and said, “Hey! How was work?” She turned to the guy and said, “see? I told you he’s my boyfriend. Now leave me alone.” She went back to her table of girlfriends and she bought our table a round. Never saw her again, she never came back to the bar, and I’m glad she didn’t because he was there often. But I know how much she appreciated that and I was happy to do it.

I didn’t use a safe word but years ago in Austin, a girlfriend and I were out.

We were at the bar but facing the stage to watch live music, there was a mirror behind the bar and as I was half turned to talk to her I noticed a old man behind her lean in to sniff her hair!!

I did a double take, he noticed so he started to pretend he was leaning into chat with her. The bartender saw, wrote me a note asking if we needed his help, I shook my head yes.

Not even a minute later he rounded the bar, grabbed the guy my the shoulder “I think the ladies want to be left alone” and made him leave.

Edit: lmao, excuse me. Nodded my head yes. Reddit give me a break, I was in the middle of baking cookies when I decided to reply to this

Second edit : okay guys, I posted the cookies.

I haven’t. But one time I told a bartender “ma’am it’s my wife’s birthday, we’re all kinda drunk, but this guy at the end of the bar is actively antagonizing my friend and I really don’t want to get involved with her birthday and what-not; I wonder if there’s anything you can do before I call it.”

Immediately told the guy to gtfo and started calling bouncers and threatening police. I felt extremely “taken care of” by that bar staff. I think I tipped $100 on a $50 tap, but there ain’t no telling lol. That was years ago.

Girl in late night restaurant/bar didn't look good like she was either totally drunk or [laced]. I spoke to staff about getting in touch with Angela and sending her the girl's way. Doorman had a word with her and the guy she was with. The chap got mouthy so was taken outside. Couple of doormen slapped him around for a bit. They found a syringe with some liquid on him and a bottle of something with a pipette. The guy wouldn't explain what the liquids were. Police were called. Other patrons where hearing that this guy might have drugged some also tried to give him a kicking albeit failed while some other women also tried to get attention by saying he had also [laced] them or tried even though they had come in after he and the original girl had.

I was working expo in the kitchen later at night and when Dylan, our other bartender, went home it was just Jamie. This girl handed her a dollar with something written on it, and Jamie came into the kitchen to have myself and another cook come out and talk to the guy to keep his attention while my buddy walked her to her car. Once she was safe, we told him to pay his bill and leave.

We voided her bill and took it on as a store expense. It was worth it.

These two girls just straight up told me

“hey this guy has been bothering us.”

“Oh, s**t. Why didn’t you say anything!”

”We tried to get your attention but you were busy.”

”I apologize. We’ll get this guy out of here. Now.”


The other bartenders and I ”convinced” him to leave. I bought the ladies some drinks for the trouble.

Mid 80’s I went out with a friend of a friend. We went to the drive-in movies. It was at the time that the new orange Slice came out. He had an opened can and asked me if I wanted to taste it. I said no, but he kept on badgering me to try it so I did. One small sip. The next thing I knew, I was waking up. I knew something wasn’t right to I told him I had to use the restroom. I walked in and my eyes were RED. Not bloodshot. Not pink. RED. I couldn’t get anyone to help me. I had to get back into the car with this guy and have him drive me (angrily) to my brothers apartment for “a family emergency” (I had used the pay phone to call a friend who wasn’t home and that’s when I came up with this plan).

I was 17. F****r.