Unfiltered Story #154759

(I’m the same guy who didn’t think he was turning Japanese over at Not Always Related. So, I’m working as a bartender of sorts with a business that rents out tubes for people to float down one of our town’s two rivers. Said business also has a bar, for people to get beer, sodas, water, snacks, etc. I’m talking with a regular customer, when I notice some guy walking up to the bar. Since he looked relatively well, I assumed he was with a group of people, and needed some help.)
Me: Hello, sir, do you need any help?
Man: So, this is the beer garden, eh?
Me: Yep, pretty much!
Man: Good, so, do you guys have any food?
Me: *I look at the snacks on standby* Well, these!
Man: Prolly got fast food or something, like pizza or whatnot.
Me: *thinking* We don’t even have that, dude!
Me: *speaking* Well, we have junk food, does that count?
Man: Ah, whatever. I’ll be back at around Beer O’clock!
(And then he just leaves the place!)
Me: *to the Regular Customer* What just happened?
Regular Customer: I don’t know.
(I like to think the guy never came back, but I’m fairly certain I saw him one other time, on a different day.)