Yoga for Bartenders?

Memorial Weekend....
As a bartender you come to dread Summer holidays. In fact, you come to dread Summer in general. It's what we call the SLOOOWWW SEASON. In the mitten, where warm weather comes and goes in a wham bam thank you ma'm whirlwind of three months, bonfires and backyards lure even the most die hard regulars away from the bar rail.
So clocking in this past Sunday I had my crossword in hand sandwiched between two, count it, TWO, back up packs of cigarettes. I mean, there was nothing but an awkward couple at the wood, and a table of underage teens playing pool in the back when I walked in. The last of the servers clocked out, (thanks to our new manager who actually knows how to cut a floor), and then the guests trickled in.
One table. Two tables. Three tables. Four. Five more guests came a'walkin through the door.
Within an hour I had a full bar and dining room--and its never felt so good to get my ass handed to me on a serving tray. AMEN.
If only they'd let me work the whole house every Sunday night I might be able to quit stealing internet from my neighbors.

---->Insert rant on corporate run restaurants thinking the quantity of servers/bartenders on the floor is more important than the quality of the employee HERE<----------

I mean, all you need is a level head and half a brain to serve the masses. And not tootin my own horn here, but I handled the night beautifully. And this was before I started doing yoga.

Yes. Yoga.
Lower back pain and leg cramps made me do it. The stretching and breathing exercises are wonderful. I never thought core muscle strength and inner peace could come in so handy, but I made it through tonight's shift without one charlie horse or flashing my whale tail mid pour to touch my toes and prevent imminent muscle spasms (much to a few of the regs dismay.) Maybe I'll get certified and start teaching a yoga for bartenders class. Talk about an untapped niche.