Crop-Dusting

I’m at the Lift, helpin this customer. All of a sudden, one slips out. And I know it’s gonna be bad. It just has that feel. And the guy’s takin his sweet ass time to order, so I can’t do any crop-dusting. He’s like, um, I don’t know what I want. What should I get? I’m thinkin, you’re gonna get somethin in your face, if you don’t order soon.

From my heart to yours,

Clint Curtis. Bartender.

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