Two girls comes up to the bar, I give my greeting. What’s up ladies? One of them says, good. I take a second to compose myself, she’s looking at the martini menu, I say, you know, I didn’t say, how are you. I said, what’s up. Your “good” is not a good response. She says, oh, I’m sorry. No, no, no, I say. I get it. You don’t see me as a human being. I’m just a lowly bartender. You’re just gonna say something by rote. You don’t actually CARE what I have to say.
She says, you know, I’ve never known how to respond to a what’s up before. What do you say? Well, you give me a not much, or a same-old, same-old. Or even a same shit different day. Just not a “good.”
She says, ok. I’ll work on it. Now, what’s a good martini?
Yep, I say.
From my heart to yours,
Clint Curtis. Bartender.