I remember it like it was yesterday, that time at the Public House back in the early 1990s. We had not been open for long. A couple of fellows came in, and one of them started dispensing racist "humor."
Now, I'm a free speecher by disposition, but there are times when enough's enough, and the dispenser of alleged humor found himself leaving the building before he finished his second beer.
I relate this story only because there are times in this uncivil age when I'm glad I'm not behind the bar any longer.
I'd risk throwing out my back.
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