You were newly hired at some tavern in the town. You were being trained by a bartender named— Myron.

A lot of the staff there called him “Myron The Moron.” But you never understood why.

“Watch closely, dearie!” He exclaims in the empty bar.

He flipped a jigger around on his fingers. He poured, twirled, and stirred.

He shook up the drink as if he were dancing. He strained the drink and then there was suddenly a beautiful cocktail in front of your eyes.

“Tada! Easy right?”