I’m behind the bar, sittin in my spot, it’s slow, chillin. All of a sudden, I feel a sneeze coming on. There’s something you need to know about me. I’m a loud sneezer. I don’t mean to do it, it’s just my style. Why stifle a sneeze? Let it roar.
AH-CHOO. AH-CHOO. Two sneezes, then I’m good. The door guy’s sittin there, staring off into space. What’s up, man? He says, what’s goin on? Yeah, you forgettin somethin? He says, what? I say, I know you heard me sneeze. How bout a bless you? At least a gesundheit. He says, oh yeah. Sorry. Sorry? You’re not sorry. You know, if you sneezed, I would definitely give you a bless you. Maybe even a God bless you, depending upon my mood. You need to check yourself, and get some manners.
Sorry, Clint. Gesundheit.
All right, dude. That’s better.
From my heart to yours,
Clint Curtis. Bartender.