I’m behind the bar, doing my thing, the thing I do. It’s pretty busy, of course, cut my fellow bartender at 11:15, he leaves, ten minutes later, gets slammed.
But then you know who makes the money end of night.
This guy comes up, kinda scruffy, beard, probably 26. I say, yes? What can I get you? He says, this is kind of an embarrassing question, but, we were down the street playing at the Mews, and the sound guy told us that there’s someone who works here who was in Good Burger.
Now normally, I would play dumb. Or be like, yeah, he’s not here. So I don’t have to deal with it. I’m not being a dick, I’m sorry, I’m just really busy at the moment, and I don’t have much time to recall days of yore.
Also, I always feel like I’m in on somebody’s joke. Oh…go tell the bartender you saw him in Good Burger. It’ll be funny.
Whatever, today, I just want to get it over with. I say, yes. I was in Good Burger. He’s got a buddy behind him, they both smile, and say, THAT IS AWESOME. The other guy says, that’s one of my favorite movies.
I just go along with it.
The guy says, do you think we could take a picture with you?
Oh. This is gonna happen.
But, you know what? For the first time in my life, I embrace it.
I say, all right, let’s do this! Come behind the bar. The two guys excitedly get behind the bar with me. The guy hands his phone to take the picture to a friend of mine sitting at the bar. We pose, my buddy with the camera says,
Say Good Burger!
We say Good Burger, and the picture is taken.