All day you hear the clanking of glasses together, you smell the Caribbean Rum in the mojitos, you feel the breeze from the door. You are a fabulous bartender
But have you ever felt yourself following that breeze from the door as it leads outside, out into the world where you're a freaking pirate, clanging swords and breaking bottles on rich merchants' heads, swilling your rum as you collect your pillaged booty...
Sorry. I'm back. You're okay? I'm okay.
Design reads: "Sometimes I'm glad I became a bartender. Other times I wish I had simply become a pirate."