You know you’re at the right kind of bar when the ink on your receipt aggressively ghostbusters itself into oblivion before you even finish scribbling your doctor’s-signature-intern-noodle across it. π§ΎπΈ It’s like the paper decided to rage-quit faster than a Wi-Fi signal at your parents’ house. ππ¨ Cheers to proof of purchase that’s more elusive than a genuine smile in front of the DMV camera! ππ₯