It’s Thursday night, pint night, I roll in at 9pm. Place is dead. Bartender behind the bar has three customers. Two guys at a booth.
I stop at the booth, couple of my regulars, we chit-chat for a bit. Zach and Matt. Usually always in the bar on a Thursday night.
Zach says, I passed the physical test for being a firefighter. That’s awesome! I say.
He’s been keeping me posted the last couple of weeks. He’s applying to be a firefighter, and it sounds like a grueling process. Physical test, written test, then verbal. Something like 1,000 guys applying for 30 positions.
I take my leave, go behind the bar. Looks like it’s going to be a slow night. I relieve my fellow bartender, I get to bartending.
Then 20 minutes later, WHAM. 50 people in the bar, no joke. What’s going on? A bunch of tech-guys. Guys that do start-ups. I see a bunch of Dwolla dudes. Most of the guys I don’t know. Must be from out of town.
An hour goes by, my regular Matt comes up to the bar, says, you know Mark Zuckerburg’s here. What? I say. The Facebook guy? He says, yeah.
First thing I think is, here’s my story for the blog tomorrow.
There’s a lot of people in front of the bar. I peer over them, curious to see this Zuckerberg guy. Makes sense, I guess I could see the guy supporting the start-ups.
But I can’t see him.
I say to Matt, where is he? I can’t see him.
He says, he’s over there, sitting at a booth with Bill Gates.