I was in Wisconsin for work, went to a supper club with 4 guys from the customer. We're getting drinks before dinner and the first guy has this complicated custom old fashioned order: brandy, I want you to do some bullshit with the fruit, etc. the next 3 guys all had their own absurd instructions and the bartender is back there working his ass off to do all this. Then he gets to me and I'm like "I'll have a makers mark on the rocks" he said: "Oh Thank God"