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My friend Pat and I were regulars at a local bar. Most days when we walked in, the bartender would ask, "the regular?" After a while, it got to the point that I opened the door, waved hello, and before Pat had even gotten in the door behind me the bartender had grabbed a pitcher and started filling it for us.
Another time, another bar, my friend Matt and I were the only ones among a group of regulars who were there frequently. We walked in, each ordered a Bacardi Limon and Sprite, and the bartender opened a new bottle. Later, as he was pouring the third for each of us, (nobody else had been drinking it,) he finished the bottle, ran downstairs, got another bottle, and finished pouring our drinks. Before leaving for the next bar, we got Jager bombs (about three shots of Jager and a splash of Red Bull.) We asked him what we owed, he just shrugged and shook his head.
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