It’s Friday night. I’m closing the bar tonight, so I’m not required to be there until 6. Lately, on Fridays, it’s been kind of slow, so I saunter in around 6:15. Of course, it’s slammed. The printer is chattering off drink orders for the restaurant, the bar is full of customers, and my bartender is | Read More
Dissed
July 25, 2006




