Loud bar patrons stay 20 minutes longer than expected. Before they hit the streets, they hit the bottom of our floor, oozing with enthusiasm. All I hear is mumbling while I yell if they are ok to drive. Instead of calling a cab, I let them out slowly, hoping to see their business again someday. Cleaning up their mess, a receipt is sticking out. It reads: "Unfortunately, I tried to drink myself to death. I apologize for putting this on your conscious but if you see me again, that will be a miracle."
I run outside as fast as I can hoping he has not gone too far. I take one step outside and trip over an unconscious body; the fellow bar patron puked his guts out. I picked him up and took him in. His business will always be mine.
I wrote this while at a bar the other day. Not sure why, but it could have been because we stayed 20 min after closing at a delicious pub. None of this happened that night, as far as I know.
I hope you enjoy!