I’m behind the Hotel bar, in the house this weekend, are people visiting from small towns in Iowa, for a wrestling tournament.
These people have a refined taste in beer. Almost exotic, I’d say.
Yep, that’s about it. Busch Light. Pretty simple.
Unfortunately, we don’t have Busch Light behind the bar.
I’m getting frustrated because every other order is for Busch Light. Why the hell didn’t someone think ahead, get a Busch Light keg? Hey, I don’t do the ordering, NMP.
My manager comes behind the bar when it gets busy. Guy comes up with a Nascar jacket, asks for a Busch Light. She says, off the cuff, we have Busch Light in a Bud Light bottle! It takes me a second to figure out her quip. Nice. He looks at her a little confused, then smiles, says, alright. I’ll take that.
Wish I could take credit for that piece of gold, but that one goes to my manager.