Things like that, they happen all the time. Especially in the summer time.
May I bring the gentleman from Ohio another glass of water?
It's the The Raggle Taggle Gypsy, sir.
It makes the world go round.
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Think nothing of it, sir
Things like that, they happen all the time. Especially in the summer time.
May I bring the gentleman from Ohio another glass of water?
It's the The Raggle Taggle Gypsy, sir.
It makes the world go round.
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Every now and then a bartender must be able to recognize the signs of when a patron has had too much water to drink.
ReplyDeleteIn particular, bartenders should watch for these types of behaviors: glassy eyes or dilated pupils, irrational statements (like Sober Song by Barton Sutter), and drowsiness and difficulty in keeping one's balance.
I am just saying.
"Water, taken in moderation, cannot hurt anybody. "
ReplyDeleteMark Twain
"I never drink water because of the disgusting things that fish do in it. "
W. C. Fields
"I met in the street a very poor young man who was in love. His hat was old, his coat worn, his cloak was out at the elbows, the water passed through his shoes, - and the stars through his soul. "
Victor Hugo
Dilated pupils and difficulties in keeping one's balance are sure signs of intoxication indeed, and the gentleman's concern is noted, but I suspect that in this instance the water has very little to do with it.
ReplyDeleteAs for Barton Sutter, I am sure that the gentleman must have his reasons...what goes on in Duluth stays in Duluth, sir. The way I look at it what people "slake their thirst" with---let it be water, if they so choose---is their own business entirely. To each their poison; isn't it what they say?
The Wulfshead crowd understands the need for discretion and the occasional blind eye.
Starting in the 1970s, the raggle taggle gypsy wore a Famous Blue Raincoat. Despite those lean thieves who steal away the ladies, love still makes the world go round. Double Jack Daniels my friend, and hold the water.
ReplyDeleteReminds me of a group of distinguished drunks I once knew. They met after work in a famous San Francisco watering hole, a place which could compete with the Wulfshead. Everyone went there: cab drivers, politicians, cops, famous writers, movie stars I remember once sharing a crowded space at the bar with Willie Mays, of San Francisco Giants fame. His back, which was toward me, was very broad. He didn't bother me as I quietly sat there drinking. Nor did he ask for my autograph.
ReplyDeleteThis small group of drunks was congenial enough. Interesting men since they always got drunk after work every night. And they had lots of money. Top executives who seemed to refind their humanity in this way. The reason why I have brought them into this particular conversation is that they were the soul of discretion. In fact, when I became restless and wanted to move on to another bar they would always advise me to take a cab. They had a horror of walking along the street, drunk, even though it was only a short distance to another bar.
For me, spreading sails out on the crowded nighttime street was all part of the fun, the adventure, and I didn't mind walking two or three blocks to go to another bar. But they were very scrupulous, and made sure not to cause scandal, or ever become the objects of ridicule. They always insisted on a cab. And like our brothers and sisters in Duluth made sure that what happened in the bar stayed in the bar.
After all, there are certain universal laws, n’est pas?