Flyboys, Wings, and a Seeing-Eye Dog

At around seven o'clock, a group of five comes in. They're all early/mid-twenties, five guys one gal. They look somewhat reminiscent of my brother - that clean cut military look. I walk over and say hello.
Guy 1: There's going to be more of us.
Me: Ok.
Guy 2: A lot more of us. Is it okay if we scoot that table over?
Me: Knock yourselves out. What can I get you?
Guy 1: Beer. We need pitchers of beer.

By the time I get them beer and wings, more have come in and joined the group. The number of people has doubled. More pitchers of beer.

Deb: We have twelve more wings left, and that's it. They're quickly ordered and consumed by the ever-growing horde. Every time I step into the kitchen to pick up more food or napkins, I come out to see that more have joined the group.

They've taken over half of the place. There are at least thirty of them. I've found out that they're from the Air Force and in town for a training class at the airport. No wonder they all remind me of my brother and his Academy buddies.

Before long, Deb is backed up in the kitchen as it's extremely hard for one person in a small kitchen to keep up with a sudden onslaught of hungry mid-twenties guys. They cheer when I bring food and are broken hearted when I announce that there are no more wings to be had in the place. The good news is that they're all polite, friendly, and easy to please, so it was an adventure rather than a nightmare.

Gradually, they headed off to their next destination and we played the splitting checks game. Good times. On average the tips were good, or even really good, and they were nice. So, a little crazy, but not bad.

And then, of course, they're followed by the following table:
Guy sits down by the ATM. As I walk over, I see that the guy's line of sight is aimed at my chest. Classy. He orders two drinks and is soon joined by his wife/girlfriend. They are, in turn, joined by two other couples. One of the gals is a lemondrop martini drinker, which usually means annoying. Luckily, nothing too bad from this crowd. The first guy, distracted by his companions, stops staring at my chest. I bring over a lemondrop for the one gal and a glass of water for staring-guy's wife.
Lemondrop, to SGW: Didn't you want lemon with your water?
SGW: Yeah, but I didn't ask for it because I didn't want to be annoying.
I like how I was obviously within earshot and how she acted like I wasn't. I have no patience for subtlety. I ignored the hint. Chickie went without lemon for her water.

-Side note: what gives with the lemon thing? I mean, really. Give me a break. It seems the only people who really want lemon (or lime, for those who are really feeling special) with their water are the pains-in-the-ass.

Later on in the evening we had an unusual guest. While we're kind of used to having the occasional dog in the bar, this was the first time I can remember the dog being anything other than someone's pet. Other than that, the guy was pretty standard-issue guest. No craziness at all, and his dog was excellently behaved. Quite a cute yellow lab, too, with an extra short nose.

So, in closing, here's the latest bar joke, this time not from Donny, but Korea:

An old lady goes to the doctor and says, "Doctor, I've been having all this gas, but my farts don't make any noise and they don't stink."

The doctor writes her a prescription and tells her to come back in two weeks.

In two weeks, she comes back. "Oh, doctor, I've been taking the pills and I still have gas. My farts are still silent, but now they smell terrible."

The doctor nods and says, "Ok, now that we've cleared up your sinuses, let's see what we can do about your hearing."