This is a pretty awful story, so brace yourselves, but it involves waaaay underage drinking, crooked cops, and shifty servers (me, at the time).
I was working at a beach-side bar in the most touristy part of South Beach, Miami. We were a main attraction on the strip, so on weekend nights, South Beach Off-Duty police officers would pick up extra pay by acting as full-uniform security, contracted out by the city.
The thing is, these cops would drink. A lot.
They stood on the street, just near our streetside/service bar, and they were allowed to get a soda from the service bartender whenever needed. Of the four or so we saw every weekend, two of them had a deal worked out with the bartender that meant that their “cokes” actually meant Bacardi 151 and coke.
Because they were supposed to be drinking non-alcoholic drinks, their sodas were poured in the same glass that was designated for underage patrons, or anyone else who got a non-alcoholic drink.
Let me stop here and remind you that I was young, and I’m not proud of what I did.
I had a table outside that was a family, including a little boy. He ordered a Dr. Pepper, and I rang it in. When I picked up the order, I naturally picked up the kid drink in the no alcohol cup along with the other drinks, and ran it to the table. When I got back to the service bar, there was a little less than a minute of frantic panic by the Cop and Bartender, and I realized that I had just given a 10 year old a 151 and Coke.
I rushed out to the table as quick as I could, just in time to see the kid take a gulp and make a face. My response needs to be documented as one of the worse acts of cowardice known. I told the parents that the syrup had run out on the Dr. Pepper, and it probably tasted funny like soda water, but I’d fix it in a sec and get him a new one.
This was over ten years ago, and I was a sort-of newbie, it still haunts me.