Underwear

I’m at the bar, I tell my fellow bartender, I gotta go. I might be awhile. I go, probably five minutes, I come back, and for some reason, my underwear has gone out-of-alignment.  It’s all bunched up. I try to organize it, pull it up this way, pull it down that way, but it still doesn’t feel right. It feels like I left a sock in there. Very uncomfortable.

My buddy’s at the bar, I approach him, and tell him of my conundrum. He says, blog post?

Yeah, I say. Probably.

From my heart to yours,

Clint Curtis. Bartender.

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