Classic freak out

I was working this saturday at the Gold Room, my grandma Bear's bar and grill, and a man walked in and sat down near the door. He had on a leather jacket, a pair of dark jeans, I didn't pay attention to his shoes, and he ploped his wallet on the counter, all big and bad. Then he started speaking spanish. I got so confused trying to keep up with his order. Then when I said the classic No hoblo espanol! He spoke english. I need to reveiw my resturaunt vocab again!