Fresh out of High School in the year 1969 I had no earthly idea what I wanted to do with the rest of my life. So while I was figuring this out I took an afternoon job in a small city bar not to far from home. I dressed in the clothes I wore to High School, which was very modest apparel because I never was into fads or fashion...only comfort in the clothes I wore. And I also didn't wear any makeup besides lip gloss and light eyeshadow. Most of my customers were businessmen stopping in for a drink on their way home. There was also a Professor at our local College, a few Lawyers...and once even a Judge. I would say that during my "season" as a Bartender I met and waited on someone from almost every walk of life. I had the good shift where it was a very rare thing for anyone to get drunk or cause any kind of trouble. And although I was allowed to accept drinks if someone wanted to buy me one...I would only accept non-alcoholic drinks while working. One thing I found out is that Bartenders are alot like Counselors. People stop in for a drink for many reasons, but most of these people wanted to talk...and they wanted someone to listen to them talk. I was the one who listened and because I did...my customers kept coming back and leaving me bigger tips every time. I listened because with the diversity of people who came in....what they had to say was interesting and I learned a lot just by listening to them. Because I respected myself...my customers were respectful to me also. I can still remember the afternoon a new customer came in and after a few drinks he started cursing....well I was just going to ignore this, but my regular customers told the guy to clean up his mouth because he was in the presence of a lady but this guy just kept running his potty mouth anyway...until some of my regular customers picked him off his bar stool and carried him out the door and made it clear he was not to come back! I have to admit that I felt honored that day. All to soon my "season" as a Bartender came to an end through no fault of my own. My boss developed a "crush" on me and soon started staying in the bar during my whole shift. I had no problem with him staying...but he was drinking during that stay and whenever he felt someone was "flirting" with me...he jumped all over them word wise. And because of this he was causing some of my regular customers to leave and not come back. The day my boss told me he was "in love" with me was the day I quit, walked out of that bar....and into the rest of my life which began with my going to Spencer's Business College. All good things come to an end one way or the other...but I can still look back with fondness on my Bartender days.