Wednesday, May 12, 2004


"Is there a bartender running this bar?

"I am."

"I bet you are. After you honey."

"Can I do something for you?"

He looks me up and down. "I don't think you want me to answer that honestly. Dewars on the Rocks."

I shoot him a glance of thinly veiled disgust. His twelve year old daughter was in a minute ago buying a smoothie.

"Anything else?"

He took the hint.