
I joke occasionally about how my "secret superpower" is learning the names of barstaff in ridiculously short periods of time. This isn't wholly accurate, but it's a useful shorthand. The truer version is that I seem to have the knack of very quickly establishing a rapport with serving staff of any sort. My less frequently mentioned and less useful superpower is making acquaintances (and sometimes friends) with people who are due to leave the country, usually with no intention of returning, and this more often than not combines with the rapport thing. So, for example, there's Colin, who on my first night in the local followed our motely crew to another bar to return a forgotten jumper, and at one point considered moving into a house with me, only to opt instead to leave town to join the Army; there's Jamie - the best barman ever - who went home to China a few years back; Graeme who decided that Oz was his thing; an assortment of eastern European barstaff who, ultimately, figured they'd stay in Ireland just long enough to get enough cash to settle comfortably back home; and most recently, coffee house guy - who, proving the truth of the name-vs-rapport comment above, I do not in fact know the name of - telling me shortly after I'd established myself as a regular that he's scoping out places outside Ireland to set up the rest of his life in.
This evening I figured I'd have a quiet Sunday beer or two, and noticed a new barmaid in the local (they've had a Staff Wanted sign out for most of the week). Before I left the bar she'd introduced herself, I'd noted an American accent (to myself), and so in keeping with past experience I fully expect her to have relocated back to the US in short order.