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Barkeep Confessions: The plight of the female bartender 

… a gentleman bearing an uncanny resemblance to the stalker from the movie The Bodyguard bellied up to my bar. I politely and promptly greeted him and served him a pint. Several minutes later, after tending to my other guests and service well tickets, I saw that his brew was diminishing and asked if he’d like another. He leaned forward towards my chest, smacked his lips in a sucking-like motion, and exclaimed, “Mama, feed me!” in a horrifying baby voice.”