So I’m behind the bar, crowded, 3 deep, solo, stressed, in the weeds, you get it. Band on stage, volume at 11, customers requesting earplugs, loud loud. I get to this guy, ask him, what can I get you? He says, right to my face,
Well…I need an attitude adjustment first.
What was that? I start to shake, face red, stinging, anger, fury.
I. Need. An attitude. Adjustment.
I take a deep breath. DEEP. I can’t believe this guy. The nerve. I say,
I’m sorry, sir. I’m stressed out. The music is too loud. I’m 3 deep. Can you just tell me what you want to drink, please? I’m trying my best here.
He chuckles a little bit and says,
No, sorry, man. I want an attitude adjustment. It’s the name of a drink.
Oh, I say, with relief. I thought, um…never mind, I don’t know that drink. What’s in it?
Huh…I don’t know either. Just get me a Bud Light.
And life goes on.
From my heart to yours,
Clint Curtis. Bartender.