Talking To Myself

I’m settin up the bar, bands are loading in. I like to talk to myself at these moments, under my breath, why not, conversation’s always good. I get into the women’s room, we have one thing of paper towels, what should I do?  I’m talking my way through it out loud, ok, I’ll put half in the women’s room, half in the men’s. If I have time later, I’ll go down to our other bar, get a couple more.

All of a sudden I hear this female voice. I’m in here, she says. It’s ok. I don’t care. I say, oh shit, I didn’t know you were in here. Hence,

The talking to myself.

From my heart to yours,

Clint Curtis. Bartender.


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