Stage Fright

I’m behind the bar, I gotta go, I tell my fellow bartender, I’ll be back in a sec, I head for the head.

I get in there, zip it down, then I’m standing there.  For like two minutes. It just won’t come out. I’m thinking about waterfalls. The sound of running water in a sink. Anything that will help me get this goin.

Then a guy comes in. Great. This is never gonna happen now. I get stage fright as it is. But then when I got some guy standing next to me, there’s no way.

I shake, and flush, as if I was just successful. I wash my hands, I exit.

I guess I’ll hold it in.

From my heart to yours,

Clint Curtis. Bartender.

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