the barman reminds me of a barman I knew in the Army - he was the barman in the Sergeants Mess
He was a smaller bloke, he was very quiet. Never socialised, never seemed to have any mates. He lived in barracks.
He was one of the more unnoticeable people - just recognisable because we knew what he did and where he worked.
Then, one day I was in the car driving somewhere - and he went past in his car --
my god, talk about Jeckll and Hyde
the bloke driving the car was NOTHING like the barman in the mess --------- nothing
the car driver was pure agro on wheels - roaring full speed - changing lanes - pushing cars out of the way, screaming out the window, raging to himself inside the car, racing up to a line of cars - sounding the horn endlessly, when the line move - off he zooms pushing cars out of the way
geesus, I've never seen such road rage before or since
then, he's back at work ---------- quiet, tame, zippo, serve the drinks - nil else.
Someone told me that every time he got in a car - some kind of switch flicked and the animal came out
