I’m bartending, helping a customer, chick at the end of the bar yells, Clint! Clint! I give her a look. I finish up helping the customer in front of me, then walk down to the chick. I say, I’m sorry. I couldn’t help you right then because I was helping another customer. She says, no problem.
Girl doesn’t understand sarcasm.
From my heart to yours,
Clint Curtis. Bartender.