We’ve all heard the cliches. The bartender rolls out of bed at 3pm, has bourbon and cereal for breakfast, and then drags himself to work 2 hours later. At work, he performs an insane display of juggling, shaking, stirring, and mixing, that’s so impressive a customer will come up and say “Mr. Bartender, that is one fine display of working flair. Here’s $1,000.”
The beautiful blonde at the end of the bar is equally impressed and feels so inclined to slide him her number, very slowly mouth the words “Call me,” before winking, and mysteriously walking away.
Mr. Bartender slides the number into his pocket, winks back, and cooly moves on to serve his next customer.
This is his job. He’s used to this.