I’m behind the bar, a lot of friends in the house, good vibe, havin fun. I’ve just made friends with this new guy, so I’m pretty happy about it.
A guy I can make fun of. Can give shit to. And can take it.
Overhear him say, to a pal, yeah, yeah, it really bummed me out. I broke my French Press last month. I butt into the conversation right there and then. Your French Press? You’re one of those metrosexuals, aren’t you? Everyone around him laughs. Oh, I mock, I broke my French Press!! What shall I do?
I was actually thinking about getting a French Press last week. Full disclosure, and all.
From my heart to yours,
Clint Curtis. Bartender.