We learned these things in bartending school: how to make drinks and how to free pour. We did not learn how to dance or throw bottles around and make lots of ca$h. It was 1971.
WTF kind of job is this for a drunk? I wasn't always a drunk however. I wasn't then. Still...
The first day on the first job was enlightening. Everything was filthy. I cleaned the entire bar. It took 3 days.
About halfway through the first shift, I decided I deserved a stiff whiskey sour in one of the newly cleaned shakers.
About halfway through the first shift, I decided I deserved a stiff whiskey sour in one of the newly cleaned shakers.
About halfway through the first shift, I decided I deserved a stiff whiskey sour in one of the newly cleaned shakers.
Er. It WAS a stiff drink, on an empty stomach. I could not make change properly for over an hour and I NEVER had another drink while on duty or before my shift.
Life, in the stupid lane.
Don't drink and drive.
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