I write this with homemade maple jalapeno cornbread in my mouth, gifted to me by the bar staff at my local pub this evening. This is simultaneously the best and most unexpected thing I’ve ever brought home from a bar, my significant other excepted.
This got me thinking: what is the weirdest thing you’ve brought home from the bar, Lemmy?
A sofa, which went into the attic until we moved out. We tried getting it out and made a hole in the wall.
Would be cool if the bar in question was a very small drive in an obscure location.
That way you’d have a hole in your wall die to a hole in the wall
This is why you have to PIV-VOTT!!!
My wife !
Baddum tshhhhhh
Thanks folks, tip generously and tell your friends I’m here all week.
Ha, bar! I moved across the country in such a fashion that I connect with no one and sit in my apartment alone drinking on Friday nights.
Sounds fun though!!
Boo! Go to a bar and ask someone weird questions! You might get cornbread, who knows?
Raising one to you my friend - I know how tough it is to connect with people after moving sometimes. 👊
I moved like 10 years ago, everyone was cool at first, then everyone thought I hacked them because I know about networking then I worked from home for ~5ish years and lost my patience for 99% of people. It’s all good though!
I feel like there’s WAY more of a story here - why on earth would a bunch of folks think you hacked them just because you have a commonish, if esoteric sounding, skill set? - but if you’d rather leave it there that’s cool.
I’ve been working from some for almost 5 years now, and to be honest it drives me nuts. I kinda miss people, thus the bar. Not exactly the healthiest social outlet, to be fair, but I like it more than staying home.
Moving to a high COL area without an education (it’s fine, I make a ton of money now, I’m a self-taught programmer) will get you tons of crazy stories. I guess people here get their identity stolen a lot? It’s happened so many times that I’m scared to tell people I meet that I know anything about computers.
I moved to Los Angeles. The people here move slow and are dumber than a box of rocks. Not to be a hater, maybe I’m just bitter.
COL?
I interpreted it as high Cost of Living area if it helps.
A friend brought home a giant, bright blue, sparkly Mary-in-a-bathtub. We googled it afterwards and found out that it was super valuable, so we brought it back, but it took three of us to get it back there and was much less fun than stealing it.
The hell is a mary-in-a-bathtub?
Many years ago I got to the bar early, before my friends, and while waiting I applied for a job using their Wi-Fi. And I got the job. The job looked good on paper but my new boss f***** me by wage theft and pocketing pension contributions. It was fun, but it would have been more fun if I had been paid according to the law.
One got a chance of bringing home a girl but decided against it.
Chlamydia!
I really don’t get how anyone can have sex at the bar, or in a random bathroom somewhere 🫥
In this case, it was a cheap blowjob bar in a shady red light district. I felt that something was wrong before I even made it back to my hotel.
American here. What is a bj bar?
I brought home a spoon this week. Friend also got one. They’re really nice spoons. Trying to decide where to put it - silverware drawer seems a little dismissive of how excited we were to get them.
Frame it in a cheap glass case with a little placard that says “Break glass in case of cereal emergency”
Nothing, I’ve never been in a bar in my 35 years of life.
congrats!
What?
Skindred cd, case of strongbow, few bottles of liquor, promotional pack of jeagermeister swag (metal bar sign, bombshot glasses, thongs, t-shirts), and various other little things.
Customer appreciation golf outing then party night, everyone at the golf outing got raffle tickets (I didn’t go to that), but then got too drunk to keep track of them, so I ended up with like 12 of the winning tickets at the end of the night when everyone was clearing out.
One of my friends brings homemade hot sauce to the bar and gives little tester bottles to people tho.
lots of plastic straws. not of my own accord, a friend i was out with just kept shoving them into our pockets because she was annoyed at only being able to buy paper straws at the store.
My ex wife.
Not from a bar directly, but on the walk back from the bars. I picked up a brick paver. They had just finished laying everything down in the courtyard of a new building and there was 1 brick sitting there. I looked for spot to drop that brick into close by, but I didn’t see a spot. So I carried it home!
A man.
Took an umbrella. Not like for rain, but for a patio. It was 3m wide and lasted me several years in the back yard.
