Conversations In Spurts

I’m at the bar, I see a buddy of mine I know, I go to him, hey, what’s up? How’s your day? Good, good. Yours? Oh, awesome. Havin a great day.

That bullshit.

Because of bartending now, I can barely have a lengthy conversation with anybody. I go to a person, talk to them for five minutes, then move on. That’s what I’m used to now. A lunch with someone is a daunting task. Man, I can talk to someone great for five minutes, but for forty-five minutes? What will I say?

On my way to lunch, I try to think up things to say. Well, we can talk about this, we can talk about that. Shit, but how long will that take? Ten minutes tops?

I love when a friend is in dire straights. Not to wish it on em, just for the conversation sake. So, dude, how you doin with that? You makin it through? Well, she cheated on me with a co-worker. I gotta work right next to him.

Ok tell me more.

See. There’s a lunch conversation right there.


From my heart to yours,

Clint Curtis. Bartender.

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