Bartenders of Reddit were asked: "What's the saddest story you've had someone tell you while having a drink at the bar?" These are some of the saddest answers.
1/22 I used to tend bar at a gay bar once in a while. On a very crowded Friday night an older woman came in, sat at the bar and ordered a drink. She then started small chit-chat, and I was being the usual bartender of answering, smiling and making drinks at the same time.
After maybe 10 minutes she starts talking to me about how her teenage son just came out, and she and her husband kicked him out, and basically distanced themselves from him. She apparently came in to just get a feel for gay culture and talk to someone. Apparently she knows she probably did wrong but she was really religious, and her husband was too. This whole time I'm trying to bartend and make drinks, but I can't just turn this woman away. So she had no idea where her son was anymore and I eventually just yelled "Go find him! Why the heck are you in here wasting time?!!?"
She left, but I wonder what happened to her and her family.
2/22 Just the other night I had a guy in who was on a vacation solo because his wife filed for divorce right before they were supposed to leave. Yesterday he got a call that his father died. Our planned entertainment for the evening happened to be a 20-something guy who played nothing but acoustic love songs for the first part of his set. Poor guy just started sobbing. Thankfully, the musician altered his set list and a couple of guys also solo at the bar bought the guy a drink and hung out with him, and at one point they even had him laughing. Really restored my faith in people.
3/22 I had a regular who would come see me three times a week. He would always arrive at 2:00 in the afternoon, and leave three hours later on the dot. He was very pleasant, always tipped well, but would usually ignore any of the other bartenders or servers who tried to engage him in conversation. He wasn't a jerk about it, but you could just tell that he was dismissive with everybody.
This went on for about three months, then he abruptly stopped coming. Now, I would hardly call us 'friends', but we did engage in lengthy discussions over a wide variety of topics, and I found him to be incredibly interesting and insightful.
Anyway, fast forward about a month after he ended his weekly visits. It was about 8:00 PM on a Wednesday night, and my bar manager informs me that there's a woman at the other end of the bar who asked for me by name. I'm doing the service well shift (we all had to volunteer for it twice per week), so I finish making cocktails for the servers and walk to the front of the bar and talk to her.
"Are you Bamont?" she asks. "Yes," I replied.
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