I’m behind the bar, end of the early show, I see a kid, bushy blond hair, looks like a surfer dude, holding a can of Bud. Problem is, we don’t serve Bud in a can. I throw a piece of ice at him, he turns to me, I bark, come here. He comes up, trying to hide the can underneath the bar. I say, yeah, I see that can in your hand. Where’d you get it? He says, from my trunk. I say, lemme see your ID. He makes to reach for it, then says, I’m underage.
I yank the beer from his hand, walk over to the sink, and dump it.
Know the inventory of the bar if you’re going to sneak in beer. Do they have cans of Bud? No. Best not bring them in then. If I do, do I stand right in front of the bar, in full view of the bartender?
Probably not a good idea.
From my heart to yours,
Clint Curtis. Bartender.