I’m at a bar, a kind of restaurant/bar, with a bunch of friends. We’re at a long table, on one side, and then on the other side, there’s no seating. I’m talkin with a friend when someone walks up to me, obviously drunk, and says, yeahhhh, I’d like to settle my tab. Name’s Baker. I laugh. Hey, buddy. I’m not the bartender. Go over there. I point to the bar. He stumbles away.
My first thought was, that would make a good blog post. Some guy comin up to me…askin to settle their tab, when I’m not workin. When I’m NOT the bartender.
I was dreamin. I’m writing blog posts in my sleep. This has gotta stop.
From my heart to yours,
Clint Curtis. Bartender.