It was sometime around 2002, before I enlisted. I was at the Fraternal Order of Eagles aerie in Wappapello, MO, with my mom and her then-husband. My mom was about halfway through her second Canadian Mist/Diet Coke when the new volunteer bartender came over and subjected us to some TMI.
Specifically, she told us about her bladder infection.
“My pee was brown, and there were these sticky white threads in it.”
Now, the color and content of somebody’s urine is something I don’t particularly care to hear about. Unless it’s glowing, keep it to yourself. And I certainly don’t want to hear of it from the woman who’s serving us drinks.
To my mother’s credit, she finished her drink and left a tip. Having worked quite a bit as a waitress and a bartender, she never skips a tip.