The Clientele Freak Show

Booger recipe
1/2 oz Malibu® coconut rum
1/2 oz banana liqueur
1/2 oz melon liqueur
1/4 oz Bailey's® Irish cream

After the first 1/2 oz, drop just a tiny bit of Bailey's on top.

From nut jobs to people who have nothing better to do than to drown their liver in alcohol, my bar sees it all. One guy puts in a longer shift than I do in a single night juggling beer after beer while another just sits there with a To Catch a Predator look smothered on his face(like those psycho clowns that people of all ages are weary of), waiting for some 14 year old girl he met on the internet to meet him there. At times I look up and scream, God save me from this awful place!

Most of the time I can deal with the creepers and the guys who are slowly killing themselves each time my shift begins, but it's the main act that really makes me want to quit my job on the spot without a 2 weeks notice. I like to call that main act, The Booger, for reasons you'll soon find out. Immediately upon hearing the door alarm and seeing him walk in, my heart sinks. I know that I'll only make a grand total of $1 from The Booger if I'm lucky and I'll also have to deal with a real germy situation. Instantly, he grabs a coffee stirrer and maneuvers it up his nose. Once it reaches his brain and he flinches to take it out, (eyes now watering and nose running), it goes directly into his mouth. I'm secretly cringing on the other side of the bar while he's sucking away at the snot covered stirrer.

Before leaving, he always finds the time to sneeze wildly into his hands and then wipe them on the bar as if it were made of Kleenex material. To give a proper goodbye, The Booger makes sure to shake hands with whoever is surrounding him which I avoid at all costs. Yuck!

Every time, without fail, I want to pick The Booger and flick him as far as I can away from the bar.