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[barmaidblog]

It's late afternoon Sunday, and I'm on my way to the Bar for a 6-to-2 shift when the sky seems to get nine shades darker in about two minutes. There was no rain in the forecast, I think to myself, and then I think, I didn't actually look at the forecast. I was eating bagels, drinking mimosas, and watching the first few innings of the Yankees-Reds

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A new reader/fan

[sirgalahard]

I've only just discovered your blog and, thanks to your helpful links sprinkled throughout, I've started to meet, recognize and care about the cast of characters in the bar over the years. You really have done a remarkable job of introducing the friends, co-workers and patrons in your world to the rest of us. There's nothing like when a bar you frequent begins to feel like home -- dysfunctional at times, perhaps, but home nonetheless -- and everyone who enters becomes more than a server or a customer to you. My latest such bar burned down a while ago, and your posts remind me of what (and who) I've been missing...

And with that bit of greeting and thanks, I wanted to pass along a bit of bar conversation I overheard the other day (the ones you've posted in the past are priceless -- I've got other people saying "metric fuckload" now, lol).

These two guys were playing a video game together at the bar and obviously had been imbibing a while. Drunk Genius #1 made some sort of mistake that ended the game, so Drunk Genius #2 let him have it. "C'mon!" he said. "This isn't rocket surgery!"

Once they went to the bathroom, my server came up to me and said, "Did he say..." And we both laughed like crazy before she could finish the sentence.