You’ve reminded me of a story. By profession, I have been in literally *hundreds* of bars, breweries, wineries, hotel lobbies that serve cocktails, whathaveyou, over the years. I see my fair share of career drunks. One time, in the bar of what was at the time the nicest hotel in town, I’m doing my hybrid classical music thing. This guy—who has probably been drinking all day by the time he hit our hotel lobby—starts talking loudly about how he’s “the best spoon player in the world.” Won’t shut up about it. About 15 min later, hand to god, he pulls out a set of musical spoons, and he’s going “clackety clack clack” along with the art music that the rest of the bar is trying to enjoy, and I’m trying to be a part of performing. Serious pain in the ass. Eventually, the guy gets so vocal that he gets kicked out. On the break, I’m talking to the bartender “What took so long?”
“Man, I’m sorry about that, but we have to make *really* sure that it’s warranted before we are allowed to kick anyone out. But if it’s any consolation, I can tell you that he was paying 20 bucks a cocktail for water with flavors mixed in for the last 4 rounds…”