Hump Day Kick Start – Behind the Bar Edition

Hump Day Kick Start – for your muse, a writing picture prompt, or just a visual treat.

This one comes from one of my favorite TV shows and I thought it would be a fun prompt.

Tell me who they are, what they are doing, and what they see. Bartenders watching an epic fight that’s about to get serious? Did they take a dare, break in after closing, and are now hoping they don’t get busted? Are they spying on the friends or caught their significant others hooking up? Or maybe they are BFFs and her Tinder date just walked through the door. Did the wet t-shirt contest just go horribly wrong?

What’s your take? Tell me a tale or caption the pic. I’d love to hear from you.


10 Responses to Hump Day Kick Start – Behind the Bar Edition

  1. jeff7salter says:

    [This conversation begins immediately after their urgent intimate clinch is derailed.]
    Melissa: What’s that racket? You said we had this place to ourselves.
    Bertram: We’re supposed to. The bar closed two hours ago and I borrowed the only key from my roommate, the bouncer.
    Melissa: [Pulling her clothing back on] Evidently not the only key, unless they slid down the chimney. Who are those two people?
    Bertram: [squinting] Oh, crap. It’s the security guard.
    Melissa: How can you tell from here?
    Bertram: Well, the flashlight, nightstick, shiny badge…
    Melissa: Okay, okay. Then what’s that other person doing?
    Bertram: The way she’s pushing that cart, I’d guess she’s the cleaning lady.
    Melissa: You didn’t think to ask your bouncer buddy about the traffic patterns in this club after closing?
    Bertram: Never occurred to me. My mom cleans a few bars like this, but she never talks about her work.
    Melissa: Well, my dad works in security somewhere, but he’s kinda tight-lipped, too.
    [The interrupted couple watch intently from behind the well-stocked bar.]
    Melissa: Hey, I think those two know each other.
    Bertram: Maybe their shifts have overlapped before.
    Melissa: Not the only thing that’s overlapped. Look at the guard’s hands… he’s groping her!
    Bertram: [squinting] Uh, That’s some reciprocal groping there. Her hands are all over that guy.
    Melissa: Oh, no, they’re coming over here. What are they doing?
    Bertram: Well, I’m no expert, but I think they’re looking for someplace horizontal. We’re about to witness a full-scale tryst here.
    Melissa: All those tables have chairs stacked on top. I think they’re heading to this bar!
    Bertram: Gag. I can’t stand the thought of old people making love. That woman is old enough to be my mom.
    Melissa: I know what you mean. And that guard is around the age of my dad.
    [The amorous couple gets closer to the bar.]
    Melissa: Holy Crap! That guy with the badge and gun — that’s my DAD!
    Bertram: No way. What’s he doing here?
    Melissa: Well, at the moment, it looks like he’s getting laid.
    Bertram: Well, thank goodness my mom works in a different area, or I’d have to watch more closely. That cleaning lady looks kinda familiar.
    Melissa: That would be a double freak-out… if my dad and your mom…
    Bertram: Oh no… that IS my mom!

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  2. jbrayweber says:

    Bertram??? Really, Jeff? Resorting back to terrible, emasculating names, are we?
    Haha! I could see this coming a mile away. Very cute (and cringe-worthy).


  3. jeff7salter says:

    hey, Uncle Bert was a man’s man — a Seabee during the war.


  4. jbrayweber says:

    Seabee! That’s so cool!
    Totally get it, Jeff. My grandfather’s name was Winfred. But he went by Bill. My dad’s name is Vannoy. He goes by Butch.

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  5. jeff7salter says:

    I worked with a lady whose husband was L.R. — as far as I’m aware, nobody knew his actual name.
    I worked with a lady whose husband was called “Son” (but his real name was Ellis). They named their own son “Ellis”. So “Son” was the Father of Ellis Jr.


  6. jbrayweber says:

    Haha! That’s odd.

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  7. jeff7salter says:

    I worked briefly with a guy who went by “Dolph.” I always wondered if it was short for Adolf or for Rudolph


  8. jbrayweber says:

    Could go either way.

    My dad worked with a guy named L.F. I’m sure it stood for something. *shrug*

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  9. “I’ve never seen anyone down a drink that fast before.”

    (That was actually said to me by a bartender friend of mine.)

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  10. jbrayweber says:

    I’ve been told that a time or two, as well. I’ve also been known to drink many guys under the table. Ahhh…the good ol’ days.

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