Ripcord Patron: [approaching while I’m bartending with the Misfits] “Where do I know you from?”
Me: “I work in the leather shop a few nights a week.”
Ripcord Patron: “Oh. Okay.”
[He turns to walk away, then spins around.]
Ripcord Patron: “OH! And you also work in the Forge!”
The Misfits: “…”
Me: Yep, you got me.”
He wandered back into the crowd, and the Misfits looked at me for clarification, so I stuck out my thumb and pinky and made the international sign for he drinks. They nodded and let it go, but I suspect they were really just relieved that I hadn’t snapped and taken on a fourth job.