Something’s wrong with our soda gun. I have no idea what it is, ’cause of course I don’t know anything about that. Not this guy’s expertise. But I do know how to pour a drink. And talk out of my ass.
Because of the gun situation, we have cans of Coke, Diet Coke, cranberry juice, etcetera, that we’re using to make the drinks. Probably tastes better than the gun, I dunno. So anyway, guy orders a drink, a gin and tonic, I pour the gin, then the tonic, and it’s the last of the tonic in the bottle. So what do I do? I screw the cap back on the bottle, and throw it away.
As I’m throwing the bottle away, I’m thinking, why did I just screw the cap back on? I mean, I’m throwing it away, just throw the damn bottle away, and the cap. Why do I have to screw the cap back on?
It drops in the trash, another customer is lined up at the bar, wants two PBR’s and a Schlitz. The band is good tonight, and I’m really enjoying them.
It’s like when you’re throwing a bottle away and you screw the cap back on before you toss it.
I guess it’s one of those…evenings.
From my heart to yours,
Clint Curtis. Bartender.