Bar Story

I was trying to sleep oh Thursday night, when I randomly remembered something that happened when I was a bartender five years ago. It's an unusual story so I thought I would share.

It must have been a Sunday night, because we were pretty slow and I was closing the bar by myself. I noticed an older man stumbling around by the doors, and I thought there might be trouble if he came and asked for a drink because I would have to tell him no. As I was thinking about this a women came to the bar and ordered two drinks. I got them for her and she called the man over. This pissed me off because I knew she knew I wouldn't serve him. I told my manager and she said just to keep an eye on them and let her know if anything happened.

The man was probably between 55 and 65. He was tall and fat with white scraggly hair and a Santa-ish beard. He had on overalls and a trucker hat. The women was in her 30's, pretty and well dressed. I never would have guessed that they were together. Well, I got distracted by some customers and the next time I looked over the man had blood pouring out of his mouth. He had broken the glass on his teeth, swallowed some, and kept drinking from the broken part totally unaware that anything was going on. The women was laughing. I called my manager to tell her what was going on, then pointed to the women and told her to get him out of the bar (I should probably point out that one of the least intimidating things ever is a 5'2 girl behind a 3 ft. bar- just not scary). She said something to me, and realizing that I didn't really feel like getting into it I made that universal bartender shrug of, "I don't get paid enough for this shit." My manager came out and her and the girl were going at it, with the guy just standing there still bleeding, still drinking. All three head toward the door as my manager escorts them out, and that is when the craziness happened. The guy stops walking, sways for a second, grabs my manager around the waist, and kisses her on the lips. Yeah, glass blood and all (she had to get tested for AIDS like every three months after that). The couple leaves and my manager locks herself in the office to cry for the next two hours.