I have ample time working at the bar to snap-judge my customers. While I'm pouring a beer, waiting for someone to fumble with their change or peruse our menu noncommittally while I keep a smile on my face and stare daggers into their alcohol-saturated brains, I do a slow scan of the bar and play the "Would I sleep with you?" game. It is fleeting entertainment. Sometimes I switch it up and play, "How drunk would I have to be to sleep with you?" When there is an abysmal lack of attractive boys in my bar, I play, "What will you look like in thirty years?" That's always good for a sardonic grin or four.
For Valentine's Day, I searched my iTunes for all the songs with "love" in the title. It was not a cohesive mix, but it was entertaining for me to see the bar jump when my shuffle jumped from Ella to Andrew W.K.