"Lad, no need to ask me, I be havin' two wenches to take care of the needs of meh customers. Ye can sit down and see if anyone else comes a calling. Nothing like two lads with a mug of ale in their hand."
Keeping these customers just fine can be quite tasking at times since you can never know what they might request. At the same time I can't help but feel that some sort of random event might happen today - like an act of the gods!
You feel a headache coming on, could it be a bad sleeping position or something you ate?
Oh no! A headache is coming on, time to make a fresh brew before I start to see stars. Its not surprising, all this work I'm doing, I be needing a sure rest.
A group of army ants have conquered some food that you left unsecure. Already they are hastily taking it away via your front door like little military men.
"What's this? Just as I'm about to take my rest these think to invade me? Well begone with ya!"
He pulls out his broom and starts swishing to and from until he thinks to have gotten all of them.