“I want a gin and juice!”

Conversations at a bar when everyone is either behind the bar, or sitting at it but you normally work behind it:

“Okay, you come up to me and say ‘gin.’ I say ‘just gin?’ Then they look at you and go, ‘No, gin and juice!’ So you go, ‘What kind of juice?’ And they look at you like you’re retarded!”

“Right? And they act like it’s always the same juice. It’s never the same. It’s orange. Maybe grapefruit. Sometimes pineapple. The occasional cranberry. Like these all taste same.”

“My thing is that I can’t be the first bartender who has asked you this! How many times do you have to be asked this before you go ‘Hey, gin and cranberry juice’ or ‘gin and breast milk!'”

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