Change

I’m at the bar, pretty busy, I approach a guy sitting at the bar, I say to him, what can I get you?  He says, well whiskey on the rocks. I grab the glass, ice, pour, pour, pour, here you go. He then says, you’re gonna hate me for this, and proceeds to pull out a handful of change. I just walk away.

There’s nothing more depressing than watching a grown man stacking quarters atop the bar.

From my heart to yours,

Clint Curtis. Bartender.

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