My French Press

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.


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