I’m behind the bar, long, busy night, sorority party, two wedding parties, lots of people drunk off their asses. I look at my watch, it’s 1:57am. Lord have Mercy, it’s almost over.
Mexican guy comes up to the bar, with his pals. He was in earlier on. Looks like he’s had a night of drinking since then.
He says, I’d like to order a round of drinks.
I look at my watch. It’s 1:58am.
Thing is, in 2 minutes, it’s going to turn back to 1am. I could stay open another hour, but I don’t have it in me. And obviously to me, this guy and his pals don’t need another round.
I say, with as much energy and composure as I can muster,
I’m sorry, sir. It’s 1:58. I called last call 40 minutes ago. We’re done serving for the night.
He takes a pause, says,
I’ll give you $100 tip if you get me another round of drinks.
I take a pause, look around the room. There’s a few people milling about.
I look at my watch, take one more pause, then say,
What’ll it be?