The best part about working at a bar?

Sometimes you'll say something to a regular, something like "Hey, I know you're drunk, but I also know you knit. Could you make my son a Where the Wild Things Are hat? He has a head the size of a cantaloupe." And you say it in passing assuming that they'll forget, but the next day she drops off a bag with a wool, hand-knit cap inside? That's kind of awesome.