I’m behind the bar, it’s 10:15pm, guess what? Besides the bands, NO ONE IS HERE. Uh-oh. Not good. Wish I would’ve brought a book. Looking like it’s gonna be a lonnnng night.
The door person is at the door, he’s new, so he doesn’t know the shtick yet. I call to him, hey! I think the front door might be locked. Could you check it for me? The door guy says, oh ok, sure, leaves his station, checks the door, comes back. No, Clint. It’s open.
I say, huh. I thought maybe that was the reason why nobody’s here.
From my heart to yours,
Clint Curtis. Bartender.