I want to become the kind of bartender where cops show me a picture of someone and I can be like, “Yeah, he was in here couple-a weeks ago. Seemed real on edge. Paid for his drink and left in a hurry. I hasn’t seen ‘em since. Now if you’ll excuse me, I gotta sign for this.” I’ll say that last part when a guy delivering kegs comes in the front door for some reason when the bar is already open. The detectives will follow that lead for a while, but he ultimately won’t be the guy they were looking for.