Its probably called by other names, depending on where you are, but around here a half-and-half is a shot that consists of half 1800 tequila and Dr. McGillicuddy's Menthol-mint liqueur. It makes tequila drinkable for those that can't handle it, basically. One night, a regular who was really close to accomplishing her goal of getting completely wrecked asked for a "little, tiny half-and-half."
I was laughing when I told her "What you really want is a quarter-and-quarter then?" She giggled and said yup. I got her one, and she downed it.
Five minutes later she said "That last one was really good, can I have another?"
Drunks are funny.
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Friday, November 15, 2013
Thursday, November 14, 2013
Do you work here?
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.
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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