As a barback, I’m pretty damn annoying. I push past you with my ice buckets. I take your glass away, sometimes before you’re finished.
I bump into the bartenders, tell patrons to step aside, and cut the bathroom line, all while covered in sweat, stains, and sometimes a little vomit.
In contrast, the bartenders get all the glory. They charm your socks off with pleasant conversation and — oh, would you look at that?
They made you a fancy drink, too. How lovely. While I might sound bitter, I enjoy observing how the bartenders approach customer interaction.