TalesFromTheFrontDesk: “Do you have any bars?”

Man comes to the desk at 5:30 am.

Him: Do you have any bars?

Me: Uh… pardon?

Him: Like, sports bars?

I blink at him. He must think I’m an idiot, but I’m honestly wondering whether a) this is a level of alcoholism I haven’t yet seen someone reach, or b) there’s some rather large world sporting event he must watch.

Him: … Like, Power Bars or protein or Clif?

Me: Oh! No, sorry. But there’s a vending machine downstairs…

Specificity, people.

By: Bluejayofhappiness