So here’s the thing: I was working the floor the other night at work and I’ll be the first to tell you that I’m an awful server. I’m a great bartender but an awful server. I come up to this table of two, a man and woman and put on my fake smile as I say “Hi there! Can I get you guys something to drink?” The woman says “What do you have?” What the f*ck kinda question is that? Have you never been out before? Is this your first time here on earth? This is a sports bar. If you don’t have enough common sense to know what a sports bar has to offer in the way of drinks, just stay home and sniff glue. I hate you.