The other day I had a woman seated by herself in my section on a Friday night. I asked her what she wanted to drink, and she said she didn’t want anything, just a glass of ice. She said her friend was at the antique store next door, she was waiting for him, and he MIGHT order something. She looked pretty trashy, but this restaurant’s customers are about 90% old people and 10% white trash, so it wasn’t surprising. I asked her if she’d like some bread while she was waiting for her friend, she said no. A few minutes later I saw that her glass wasn’t on the table, she was holding it under the table. When she put it back on the table it had a brown liquid in it. Eventually the manager kicked her out for bringing in her own liquor and not buying anything. We found cans of natty ice under the table while vacuuming that night. As a side note, we have $1 drafts…

-Jackson

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  1. Peter Jason Payne says:

    Wow, you have a book’s worth of barteneder fiction here, or so it seems. Nice anecdotes! I’m actually a bit envious

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