Middle Name

I’m at the bar, girl orders a drink, she’s got her girlfriend next to her, there is no way she’s 21.  I ask to see her ID, she hands it to me.  The girl in front of me weighs 110 tops.  The girl in the photo?  225.  I look up and say, all right, what’s your middle name?  She looks at me dumbfounded.  Her friend next to her leans in, and audibly whispers, Lynne.

Then she says, Lynne.

From my heart to yours,

Clint Curtis.  Bartender.

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