I have been bar tending here for more than six months. I know all of the regulars and what they drink, and most of the "occasional" patrons too. There is another category of visitors that crack me up sometimes though. I call them "drop-ins."
The other day I had just started my shift, wearing my logo t-shirt, with a bar rag hanging out of my pocket already. I was carrying cases of beer from the cooler in the back and filling the bins in the bar, right in front of this old guy that I think I have seen maybe once or twice before. Old guy was sitting with a couple regulars and chatting away, so I knew he wasn't a complete stranger. When I brought out the fourth case of beer, he stopped and looked at me funny and asked "Do you work here?"
I never know how to answer those kinds of questions, you know, where the answer should be obvious. So I went with funny, if not a bit sarcastic.
"Nope, community service. Judge is a drunk so he said I could serve it here, filling beer coolers."
Me and old guy are buddies now.
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