After the relief of WM being alive (we texted) I was almost alone in the bar most of the night.
First batch: The MGD drinkers. I don't know why but Miller is pretty much the trashiest beer ever. Sorry Uncle J. Every person who first thing orders MGD is either white trash or sometimes other colors of trash. Trash, though. The first couple people in the bar tonight ordered MGD. One woman tipped, the other didn't. The one who didn't tip may have been insane.
Second batch: Good people over all, but sometimes I wish I could control who pays for the drinks. On a $45 tab I was tipped $4. That is less than 10%. Sure, I wasn't the most chipper person ever, but I wasn't rude, I didn't do a poor job, I didn't flirt with her boyfriend. I guess some people just don't understand that tending bar is not a benefitted and well paying position without tips.
Third batch: A regular who
I was contemplating making a shank out of straws. That bad. Mr. G and I did it once on a really slow Sunday.
Oh, and in case you were unaware, this was a Saturday. A money night for bartenders. I didn't make money. I wish I had stayed at home, though I did gain some peace of mind knowing that my friend wasn't dead in the bathroom. It was also sort of funny to see the door off the hinges.