About a year ago, I had just left my bartending job at a strip club and needed some fast cash.
In the mid-1990s, my day job was bartending at a world-class hotel in Beverly Hills.
After a long interval, he was back, carrying a fresh one he had gotten from a bartending robot en route.
He found that there was no bartending robot; he had to have a human servant bring drinks.
Well, so was I, only I went to bartending school to learn how to mix prohibition liquor.