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.