I’m at the bar, busy night, girl comes up, orders a drink, asks my fellow bartender and I if we want to do a shot. Sometimes, I’m not in the mood for the “I don’t drink, sorry” rigmarole, and just take a shot of soda water, or lemonade. Fellow bartender looks at me, I say, sure, make me my shot. She does so, we toast, afterwards, the girl, with big eyes, says to me, oh my God, Clint. Thank you so much for doing a shot with me. That meant so much. I say, well, I didn’t really… I look at her, she’s doe eyed, whatever, just go with it, I say, sure. No problem.
Tonight, a buddy of mine says, oh, word on the street is, you’re doing shots. Oh yeah? I say. Who’d you hear that from? He says, two people.
I guess I’m doin shots now. Just don’t tell anybody.
From my heart to yours,
Clint Curtis. Bartender.