Working at a bar has it's fair share of completely absurd, inappropriate moments.
This is no exception.
Saturday, I walked out onto the bar floor and noticed Jess and Denise giggling to themselves.
When I inquired as to that they were laughing about I got this story.
Apparently, there is a woman of the redneck persuasion that has started coming in recently. She orders the same shooter every single time she comes in. The first time she ordered it, she had no idea what was in it so the bartenders just made something up.
The shooter's name is ....Papaw's Touch.
Sometimes she will order a "a couple more papaw's touch."
I can't make this shit up.
The staff yesterday, had a good laugh about it. Of course, it led to an even more inappropriate conversation.
2 of the bar customers started talking in a very hillbilly voice pretending like they were old "Papaws."
"Come on and play Papaw's special game..... Get the Werther's Original..... You have to grab it with your thighs."