You think you've got job stress? Try this on for size: You work at a Fort Lauderdale sports bar that oozes old South Florida from every warped piece of paneling, it's game six of the World Series, and your hometown team, conveniently named after the stuffed billfish that is the bar's design highlight, could take the championship that very evening. You're tending to a few of your redneck regulars, some of whom still boast bilevel hairstyles that look as if they were molded by airboat motors, but you've also got a bigger-than-expected client base comprised of more stylishly coifed first-time visitors. And you're solo on the taps. You don't know why, but you can't shake the feeling you're being watched as intently as the ball game itself -- and no, the marlin's... More >>>