This woman is really bothering me at the bar. She’s standing in a certain way that makes me think she wants a drink. But every time I go up to her? Nope. Good. Maybe it’s also the way she’s staring at me. You make eye contact with a bartender, a long stare, that means you want a drink.
It’s like that wet flyer on the bar. Every time I walk by it, I think it’s a dollar. But it’s not. It’s a stupid flyer. Not a dollar.
Maybe I’ll write her a note on one of those flyers. Hey lady. You’re standing wrong. You’re standing like you want a drink.
So. Stop it.
From my heart to yours,
Clint Curtis. Bartender.