This guy comes up to the bar, as they do, says, hey, boss, how much for a PBR? That’s three bucks. All-right, boss. I’ll take one of those. I get him the PBR, he gives me three bucks. Thanks, boss. Yeah, yeah, I say.
You know, call me sir, or man, or dude, or asshole, or bartender, or bro, or even, dude, but DON’T CALL ME BOSS. I hate that word. It’s so demeaning. I’m not your boss, I’m not A boss, and hopefully, I’ll never BE a boss.
He comes up again. Hey, boss. Gimme a vodka, pineapple juice, with a splash of cranberry. I make it, give it to him. He says, this’ll probably be my last drink, so…have a good night, boss!!!
You too, I say to myself. Boss.
From my heart to yours,
Clint Curtis. Bartender.