The dive bar by my house is right next to a Mediterranean restaurant. Staff pops in the bar and always acts like we're supposed to pretend they weren't there. Even if the owner and FOH manager are at the bar taking shots.
I used to work with an alcoholic, she would make coffee with wine in the mornings, just like a spoon full of instant coffee in a mug of wine. And in the afternoon she would walk around with a fork in her mug like she had a cup of noddles. After she was there for like 2 years my boss asked me if I think she was an alcoholic and I started laughing, he legit had nfi she had been drunk every day for the last 2 years
That's easy: the mix of puke, stomach acid, bits of whatever you last ate and the last couple of drinks and beer/wine you had, because you're damn sure not wasting that precious alcohol!
Another one: the room temp leftovers of all the beers and other drinks from the night/weekend poured into a pint when you're cleaning up. The Hangover Special! Yummy. Bonus points if there's a cigarette/joint butt in there somewhere that you fish out because you didn't notice someone had used that can as an ashtray. Delicious!
I used to drink vodka and red bull when I wanted to learn how to swear in other languages playing CS:GO. Most euro premades had one person that spoke enough english for us to get through the game. Fun shit.
Idk... but now I have an urge to try it, with wine I mean, I have already tried whisky with coffee and similar stuff. Oh and I also tried that Jaggermaister with Coffee they sell already mixed, wasn't too bad as always needs to be freezer cool to be good.
I used to work in a metal fab shop years ago. There were a couple of the guys on my shift who would drive to the bar down the road for lunch, drink as much hard liquor as they could in 25 minutes, and then come back to work. The ones who didn't go to the bar instead stepped out back and smoked a joint.
It did leave the break room nice and quiet for me during lunch.
I used to work at a call center with a bar across the street. One day my supervisor invited me to lunch and the second we walked in the bartender started pouring a few shots. Both for him.
Not going to lie after that lunch the second half of the day was a bit easier than the first. Glad I got out when I did.
Reminds me of when I vacationed in New Orleans. I passed by the city hall at 9 in the morning and out of the building came several men in suits with Hurricanes in hand. Definitely weren’t the only ones with drinks either.