Kurt had extremely low standards. Kurt would straight up you >I don't know how to make that drink proper, so im just gonna guess and make it strong. Kurt would play deep internet videos on the TV in the background. Real weird shit. No porn, but a massive amount of both female and male nudity. Really weird shit. If some dumb hipster bitch complained about there being a dick on the TV in the background, he fuck yell at her >I ain't here you complaining about the tits when they were playing. How you thing the gays feel when I put on videos with those floppy ass bags of fat jiggle around? I don't know how they feel, but they don't complain. Kurt got shot after work once, after someone was dumping gasoline in front of the warehouse he lives at. Nobody knows really who it was, but we suspect it was some drunk ass Hondurans he refused to serve that night. Kurt came in for shit shift the next week, and I asked him how he felt. >I can still dance! And he performed a happy little jig. A regular we had named Leah stopped coming for about four years after she got pregnant and was raising a child. She came in and sat down, while Kurt had his head under the bar, and when he popped up and saw he didn't make a big deal, just said >Whaddup Leah? I think she really appreciated the fact that rather than making a big deal that she came back, he nonchalantly acted like she never left. She was still part of the club, and always would be. Kurt was an avid quilter, selling his pieces for many hundreds of dollars. Kurt was perhaps the slowest bartender I've ever met. And he only worked on Tuesdays. But his Tuesdays were busier than most Fridays, people knew Kurt would be there. Kurt is an example of an extremely successful bartender who knew next to nothing about bartending, because he simply didn't care. He wanted to hang out with people and talk to them and entertain them and be goofy as fuck.