Strangest bartender stories
Published: December 19, 2012
Bars are places where people come to unwind, let their hair down a little and sometimes say what's on their minds. Bartenders have heard it all, but even the most jaded have tales they tell each other in the wee hours of the morning.
Come as you are
Several bartenders have reported a man in the South Texas Medical Center area wearing nothing but a red unitard to step out and get his drink on. Several employees at the popular watering hole Pressure Cooker saw him wander in before opening time, stare everyone down when told the bar was closed, and leave. But another bartender in the area says he has spoken to the man in the stretchy garb and had an interesting conversation about the comfort of the outfit.
Tales from James, an off-duty bartender drinking at the Pressure Cooker, tell of the homeless man using the bar's grill out back to "cook" leaves as if they were food, and an angry Alcoholics Anonymous sponsor who had to be called when an intoxicated patron was only able to give her address as "I-10."
The most memorable, however, was an 80-year-old man dressed as a leprechaun in a green Speedo who jumped into the bar, gave a hearty yell and ran away.
A visitor to Kork wine bar left a lasting impression with his appearance and gifts for the olfactory senses of patrons in downtown New Braunfels. "The guy stunk so bad, he stunk up the whole square footage of the place," says Kork co-owner Patricia Morris, who paid for the man's beers and politely asked him to leave. "People were dry heaving in the parking lot. Even the bottles he touched smelled an hour later."
A _____ walks into a bar
Two men in drag walk into a bar and, at some point during the evening, are confronted by a very small man from India, who in the course of an argument kicks one of them, a very large African-American transvestite, and dashes for the parking lot. The assaulted drag queen pulls off her six-inch pumps and says to the bartender "Hold my heels, honey. I'm going to kick his ass," and dashes after the diminutive hater. Nick, who is telling the story at a Christmas party of staff from several San Antonio bars, says none of them have been seen since.
A shoplifter walks into a bar and, after being cut off from drinking more, tucks two open beers into her sweat pants, reports a bartender at Baker Street pub. The cops are called to the scene where the woman who tried to use her pants as a koozie claims mental and physical abuse. The police let her go after she tells them she walked there, but stake out the parking lot from the other side of Wurzbach until she climbs into her car an hour later, and puts the keys in the ignition. Gotcha.
Name that drink
Dana Kummins, a veteran of several New Braunfels and San Marcos establishments, was working the busiest station at a popular bar while a young blonde woman with no bartending experience struggled to hold down her station at the slow end of the bar.