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…