One Should Only Ever Drink Bottled Beer at Rawhide

After dinner with A & B, S and I decided to grab a drink at Rawhide downstairs... until we saw the cockroaches scurrying along the bar and over some guy's hand. More than one. A herd, in fact. The guy laughed at me for jumping away from the bar. I was like, dude... a herd of cockroaches ran over your hand and you just sat there and didn't move your hand. And I'm the one worth making fun of??