Pt whatever of things my patrons say
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P1: do you sing?
P2: no i suck
P1: you dont sing at karaoke?
P2: no im a back up dancer. And i suck at that too
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P1: do you know what she said to our head [caregiver] when she got pregnant?
P2: mind you i just got promoted
P3: she didnt even hesitate
P2: laughing
P1: she told her “does she ever close her legs”
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P1: feet finder pays my bar tab
P2: really?
P1: theres some weird freaks on the internet
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P: if i come in asking for a pickleball throw me out
Me: you got it
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P: bye [name]
Me: by twilight zone [name]
P: doo doo doo do
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P1: hes staying at the queef hotel
P2: pretty sure its not called that
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P1: the best western
P2: im naming my kid the best western
Me: im not usually judgy, but im judging
P2: ooh what about motel 6. Always leave a light on!
Me: naming a kid motel 6 is like asking for it to be a no child left behind kid
P2: [name] that was fucking amazing
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P: i hate you guys and youre getting a $0 tip
Me: 100% tip thank you so very much
P: youre the worst bartenders here
Barback: and yet you keep coming back
P: fuck. You right *tips normally*
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P1: do you have chalk someone ate it all
P2: someones EATING the pool chalk?
P1: yeah thats why theres never any chalk
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P1: can i get my drink from the worst bartender
Me: sure, hey [cook]
Second bartender turns away laughing
Cook: yeah?
P1 mortified
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P1: if i see that guy im punching him
P2: hell yeah, he deserves it
Me: hmm?
P1: nothing. Nothing is happening no ones punching anyone
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P: i tip [different bartender] better than you cause he knows my seasonal veriations and has a beer for me when i walk in
Me: thats because you show up on his shifts more than mine. I saw you like nine months ago i could have had a baby in the time between your visits!
P laughing: can we hire a baby to work?
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P: wheres [owner]?
Me: where do you think?
P walking past her to go into office: hey- theres no one here?
Owner: cause im right here
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P1: i will pay you to shut up
P2 still talking
P1: seriously i will pay you
P2: still talking
P1 slapping a $5 down: shut the fuck up!
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P1: theres something in the air. It smells like bacon
P2: bacon
P1: [name] are you making bacon?
Me: no. Its mozzi sticks
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P: oh word you have totinos pizza?
Bartender: yeah its $7
P: nevermind im not drunk enough for that number






















