My grandpa had an interesting twist. He was working bartender for a community charity event (this probably would be illegal today, but in the 1950s), and the other guy starting taking off his apron “I can’t work here, those kids coming this way will tell my parents to not buy from my business if I refuse to serve them” (remember, 1950s, it was illegal to serve alcohol to kids, but odds are half the community only cared about that law if they thought the state police would find out, which in this type of event there was reasonable odds of).

My grandpa responded “oh don’t worry, if you don’t want to serve someone just send them to me”

“oh, is that why you were sending all those kids to me with a ‘he’s the boss’?”

“Yes. That is also why they put two people who don’t know each other on this job - odds are we don’t worry about the same kids”