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Originally Posted by Sean C
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Every time I see that label it takes me back to a seedy bar in New London, CT. where we would hang out after a long day in tech school (AKA A school and C school).
It was called The Blue Moon and was staffed by a top heavy bar maid who would earn tips every time she wiped down the bar with a wet rag.
One fine evening, we were sitting at the bar and nursing some beers when this grizzly old coot storms out of the men's room with a handful of pipes and water traps, cursing like a sailor. He throws the pipes at a wall and looks like he's ready for a fight.
I turn to the bar maid and say, "Hey, you want us to talk to that guy? Maybe escort him out side?"
"Nah but thanks. That's my boyfriend- he owns the place."
Over time, we all got to be chums. Turned out the owner used to be a member of the local biker gang until he was "asked to retire".
