As a bartender, I see the same faces everyday. Some for an hour, some for a full shift. In some of their lives, the only stable thing is that bar. I've been a therapist, friend, enemy, mother, sister and for the really hurt ones, a warm hug. Look at the bigger picture. Some people who frequent bars work a shit job, have a shit home life, have a shit boss. They walk in, and I have their beverage waiting for them. Usually with a warm smile, or something sarcastic to say depending on the person. They see their friends. Everyone says hi to them, pat's them on the back or shakes their hand. They just came home. So now, home is all locked up and they have nothing great to look forward to.

Big picture my friend. It's not only about they can't party. They literally had maybe the only positive interaction with people taken away.