I could not hear the dude over the DJ's bass happy tune. He was Australian and had been here for hours and he was having a great Friday night. I had not seen him before but he had been laughing and joking all night.
He wanted to tell me something, though. He was grinning and motioning me to lean in over the bar. What choice does one have?
"I'm John! Wha's ya name, mate? Eric? Good t'meetcha! Do you know what we call your job in Australia?"
What did they call the dude fetching new bottles of liquor, stocking the beer freezers, cooking food when the fancy struck a patron? I had no idea.
"Piss pig!"
I laughed. He laughed. He handed me a dollar and told me I was alright.
When I got home and was musing over the busy Friday night I got curious and did some light internet searching. A piss pig around here is also a fan of pee. To what extent, I'm not sure, I clicked none of the provided links. If you're more curious than I, though, you know what to google.
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