Saturday

You never know who will end up sitting down next to you at a bar...especially at the odd and off times...like 2 p.m. on a week day. Your judgment may or may not be so great, depending on how long you've been sitting there drinking. When the guy next to you at the bar starts ranting about how he'd enjoy beating the shit out of this or that guy because this or that guy kept putting his arm around him...well...order one last shot and drink it and leave. That's my advice. You just can't know who you should say hello to. You can't quite finish your beer quickly enough when he mentions he sleeps with a shotgun next to his bed (which means he's probably got a gun on him). You can't signal the bartender quite quickly enough when the guy seems to welcome the destruction of the world markets and the world in general. You can't scratch out a tip amount and a total and a signature on the credit card voucher quite quickly enough when he boasts that he actually earns his best commissions during times of disaster. The best you can do -I guess- is pay your tab, drink up, wish the guy the best of luck and walk out.

4 comments:

daily intake said...

sorry man. let me tell you, i live in a small town (under 5K) and this is new living to me. i have lived in cities, towns, small towns and now live in podunk, nh. there is one store, one pizza joint, one chinese restaurant, and one bar. i have yet to make my way down to the bar yet (or the chinese place :shudder). i am sure if i showed up at the bar it would be surreal. like when you walk in and everyone just turns and stares at you. i gotta do it someday, but it hasn't happened yet in almost 4 years of living here.

i miss my old bars. :(

Pacian said...

He was probably a character actor, hired by the bar for ambience.

Bobby said...

I miss my old bars too. Some of them are just like I left them (back in Virginia).

I wonder if they have open auditions for that?!

foam said...

walking out appears to have been a very wise move ..