Rich Girl

Chick’s at the bar, orders three shots, for her and her friends. I don’t care what you make, she says. Just no Red Bull. I make her three Liquid Cocaines. Shake, shake, shake, and pour. I say, that’s 12 dollars, please. She starts going through her bag, looking for her card. Her guy friend says, just let me pay. She says, no, no, no. I’m paying for them. I don’t care. I’m rich. I have so much money. She pulls out a bottle water from her purse, slams it on the bar, and says,

I’m so rich. I drink FIJI fucking water!

From my heart to yours,

Clint Curtis. Bartender.


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