Girl comes up to the bar, I make my approach. Hey, how you doin? What can I get you? She says, do you have a bathroom? I look at her straight-faced. No, I say. We don’t. Just go in the corner. She looks at me, confused, says, I’m sorry? Yeah, I say. Just go in the corner. Squat down, no one cares. She says, ok. She looks bummed. I say,
Around the stage, down the hallway, on your right.
From my heart to yours,
Clint Curtis. Bartender.