I’m bartendin, like I do, five nights a week, it’s pretty busy, there’s these guys at the bar, actin real loud. One of em says, watch this, and throws a balled-up, dirty napkin in our trash can behind the bar. He makes it, and boy, you’d think he made the winning basket at the NCAA Championship. Oh, high-fives all-around, fist pumps, the whole shebang.
I go up to him and say, real nonchalant, yeah, good shot, bro. But that’s not a trash can. It’s where we put our empty cans for recycling.
His face falls flat. A devastating blow. He did not win the game.
From my heart to yours,
Clint Curtis. Bartender.