In what is the most ridiculous bartending injury ever - I have cut my hand in 2 places taking off the foil from all the new bottles of whisky we got in yesterday.

The best part of bartending is when customers sit down, stare directly at the 30 draft taps plus the entire wall of fridged bottle and can selections, and ask, “what beers you got?” as if I could memorize all of them and have time to recite them all over the decibel-piercing music and conversation.