Dear New Neighbor,
I know you just moved to South Boston and you find that the night life is pretty good. However, when you step up to the bar please, please don’t wave your money in my bartender’s face, because they hate that. When I’m eating my steak tips and mashed don’t elbow me in the back. Say, “Excuse me.” We will let you order your drink(s), then back the f^#* off.