Practically a Full Moon

It's been documented that things like moon phases and weather influence people's behavior. Today (okay, technically yesterday) was just past the full moon and we've been having gale force winds all day (and night). Granted, most of the odder-than usual didn't surface until after eleven thirty, but there was a bit more color tonight than others.

Usual stuff
(As soon as I walk in) Julia: Just to let you know, those ladies don't tip *points*
Brandi: So just ignore them and let John wait on 'em.
Me: Gotcha.
Not tipping is bad. In some places it gets you loogie flavored food, etc. In others it just gets you ignored. A while after I got the scoop, I heard one of the ladies say "Excuse me." See, we hear/see, but if we don't respond, it means we don't like you. Sorry. Word to the wise: tip your server/bartender. Tipping is payment for service. No tip = no service.

Gal I know from school: We'll take three lemon drop martinis.
Gal's friend: (To me) Oh, you work here? *tugs my apron, as if to prove I do* You don't look like the other gal who brought our drinks before.
What do you mean I don't look like Brandi? We're twins. Really.

Old guy at the bar: Hey, what's in a... uh... a martini.
Me: Alcohol. (Slipped out before I could stop myself)

Other guy at the bar: Smile. *pokes fingers on face to imitate making a smile*
Me:... *walking away*
(Note - Never ever do this. Seriously. Don't. It is the worst possible way to "cheer someone up" because it inevitably is counterproductive and works much better to "piss someone off")

Other guy at the bar: Hey, I wanna order a Shepherd's pie.
I love it when random guys at the bar try to chat with me or order things from me. It's not like my job is to take care of my customers - who, by default, never sit at the bar.

Less Usual

Nice regular guy whose name I don't know, and who I think is gay: Gimme a hug. I feel like hugging someone.
Dunno what's up with the hugging thing, but lately it's like everybody and their dog wants to hug me. In this case it actually cheered me up. It was a tough night.

And, for the topper on the evening: It was somewhere around midnight thirty and I was behind the bar washing glasses to help alleviate the boredom of a slow, tedious night. The peanut gallery (group of regulars) was at that end of the bar chatting away. Then,
Nathan: Hey Ali.
Me: *looking up*
Nathan: *points to bad Bob*
Bad Bob: *pulls down his pants to moon everyone*
Luckily, my reflexes were fast and I looked away before getting an eyeful. Thanks Nathan.