How I Inadvertently Sent My Bar Patron to Prison for Life

I learned the hard way that my professional actions can have life-long consequences.

Sarah Paris
Corporate Underbelly

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A man stares from behind barbed wire
Photo by Sammy-Sander/Pixabay.

Every ounce of energy had drained from my body and slipped through the sticky bar drain. It was only 10:30 pm, which meant I had 3.5 hours until close and five hours until I could crawl into my heaven-like bed in the sanctuary of my home.

Thus far, the shift had been pretty quiet — a few unruly patrons who my “bartner” and buddy, Ryan, and I had to cut off, but the crazy bar fights or other surreal scenarios that often transpire in the restaurant industry hadn’t occurred.

Ryan watched me slump over the bar sink and in a moment of co-worker graciousness, offered to stay until closing time so that I could go home. I jumped at the offer, and after 30 minutes of restocking liquor bottles and closing out the wild bar tabs of college kids, I clocked out. I fantasized about my extra soft pillow and imagined myself already in my comfy pajamas.

Just before I left, Ryan and I laughed about the twenty-something couple who pounded the bar top to get our attention and then ordered a single, late night happy hour-priced, rum and coke (which they split). The guy spoke for both of them and asked me in a voice dripping with disdain, “Do you know how…

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Sarah Paris
Corporate Underbelly

Author of Signs My Toddler Has a Drinking Problem (humor collection).Freelance writer of all things. Looper features writer. Believer. Adventurer. Semi- funny.