I’m cleanin dishes, I’ve got two martini glasses in my hand, strangely, one of them breaks. The palm of my hand starts bleeding. My fellow bartender just took a break. I have a customer text him with my phone, just cut my hand. He comes back, I go to the back room, wrap my hand with gauze, wrap some scotch tape with it. Hey not bad. I kinda look bad ass.
Half-hour later, customer goes, what happened to your hand? I tell her,
From my heart to yours,
Clint Curtis. Bartender.