Milk 2 oz. Orange Juice 1 oz. Garnish with a cherry. It's a universal phenomenon.
Every bar has the same patrons.
They may look different, be of different genders, but they're all personality clones. He's the one who's been there, done that, has the T-Shirt and the hat. He knows something about everything and doesn't hesitate to tell you about it. They only smoke when they drink or their wife doesn't know they're smoking again, so they bum instead of forking out the three bucks bars charge for a pack of their own. You never actually see him sneaking olives and fruit.