The bartenderizer puts my beer on the bar and tells me "Wait a minute!" through a cheery face. And that's the end of the conversation. She needs another look at her English phrasebook.
But when a keg runs out, she kicks the tap loose with her high crack heels hiss, rolls it with her feet into the back room, rolls a full one out, and crack kicks the tap tight, all while juggling thirteen customers and a cigarette. Then she uses two long-nailed fingers to push the corners of her mouth back up.