There are a lot of lucky bastards out there who are pals with someone who tends bar for a living. When my close friends come in to visit me at the bar where I work, their presence is essentially a pass for me to ignore them. It helps me focus, knowing that if I do need some encouragement to maintain the barrier between myself and all the needy asshole strangers who are making my night not so great, he or she is right there. In return I give them “discounted” drinks; this is our silent understanding.
If you’re not so lucky as to have a generous bartender friend who feeds your alcoholic tendencies, I am here to help. Through my years of barslaving, I’ve experienced some good and bad times, and now I’m willing to share what I’ve learned to get bartenders to treat you with kindness instead of disdain.