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There are stories we tell to one-up each other, and then there is this blog. Read wondrous tales of strange creatures, explore the depths of human indecency, and hopefully laugh a little as we find out what could possibly make people do what they do.

Things a Bar Isn't

Things a Bar Isn't

A pipsqueak of a human tried to rush into the bar yelling that she's 21. 

Actually, 23, her friend exclaimed.

But she came in from the rain missing one vital aspect her claim - the ID.

"I'm 21! I'm 21! I don't have to show you anything!"

"Call the law! Get them down here. I can prove it. I'll show them pictures."

"Call the LAW! I'll call my attorney and you can deal with the LAW!"

"It worked at the movie theater!"

A bar is not a movie theater.

A bar is also not a doctor's office.

"What's the co-pay?"

"Do you mean cover?"

"Um ... maybe."

A bar is not a rural farmhouse in Nebraska.

"Are you the guard dog?"

A bar is not a 4-hour waystation.

"How much for a Hennessy and Coke?"

"We don't have Hennessy."

"You have Crown (Royal)?"

"Yes."

"How much for that and coke?"

"Six dollars."

"Well, I don't have that!"

...

"Do you know what a bubble do?"

"What does a bubble do?"

"It formulate. It rise up. Then. IT BURSTS!"

"I'm not done formulating yet. So I ain' burst yet. But I'm about to at 1:30. Then we're going to have a talk. But you best stop pointing at me and disrespecting females. I see you with your umbrella. Disrespectful. You a MAN. You gon' BURST. I see you."

Three hours and 45 minutes later the man leaves. He was not present nor did I burst at 1:30. He did finagle about 40 free cigarettes, though, albeit after he finished his half-drunk bottle of Hennessy he was holding during the entire opening conversation.

A bar is not a changing room.

A bar is not a fight club.

A bar is not a bread bin.

A bar, or rather my bar, is not a haven for minors.

A bar is not a sanctuary city.

A bar is not a roadside Tim Hortons.

A bar is not Thunderdome.

A bar is not a deli.

So why do people keep getting confused?


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Weather: Cool

Health: Good

Food: 100 Pounds

Next Landmark: 0 Miles

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