Tuesday, September 25, 2007
The 'Bag in the Bar
Every bar has one.
The ‘Bag in the Bar. The dude who stays until close every night. The creepy weird guy who everyone’s friendly with, but not too friendly because you’re not quite sure if he has a job, or even an apartment outside of his well worn spot sipping Bud Light’s and chatting up the weary bartender hottie.
Here’s one of these BitBs caught in action, mugging a doe eyed bar wench straight out of a 19th Century Manchester pub somewhere in Northern England. I’d ask her to serve me a mug of Mead, and then discuss land taxation and the problem of the proles.
