So you're behind the bar, watching the shadows darken the doorway and head for the counter top, just waiting for the clock to grind the evening down so you can clear out the regulars and call it a night. As you pour the drinks, you make chit chat, playing interested in the service of the tip jar. Sob stories. Boasts. The usual. Then one lady, noticeably sloppy, happens to mention she left her one- and two-year-olds home alone so she could guzzle in public.
What do you do?
