By my senior year I was there for lunch and/or dinner pretty much every day. We were such regulars that I got to know the manager, Eddie, pretty well. Every now and then when I was desperate I'd park out back and Eddie would yell at me that it was only for customers and I'd reply "you know I'll be back here in a couple of hours for the rest of the day." He'd grunt but then smile and say, "well that's true."
One morning I parked there around 9:30 before they were open. He gave me his standard line about parking being for customers only, and I responded "Okay, can you sell me a beer?" He walked over behind the bar, poured a Shiner Bock for me and said, "well we're not open so I can't SELL you a beer." That day I skipped classes and drank beer all day long, my usual crowd of band and engineer friends swung by throughout the day, and at some point that night I ended up at The Crazy Lady with Eddie the manager, two of my crew, and a peeler named "Cocoa." That was a long, interesting day...