We have a thing at the bar now, called Square. I’m sure some of you may have heard about it. It’s a credit card thing. You put this square thing on a smartphone, swipe a card through it, tip, sign your name with your finger. Or, like I like to tell the gentlemen, with your penis, if you prefer.
So this buddy of mine is getting ready to leave last night, and instead of giving me the universal sign for, run my tab, he mimes having a phone in his hand, and with an invisible ATM card, swipes it through. I say to him, dude, has it come to this? He says, yeah, it has. Technology is now wiping out the international sign for check please. He says, yeah it sucks.
Our kids are doomed, I say. He says, Yeah. They are.
From my heart to yours,
Clint Curtis. Bartender.