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Feb 10th 2008
Seemed like a good idea at the time...the coffee. Doesn't really fall under the purview of unwinding after a shift, but, I don't know, I really like coffee. More than sleep evidently.
Nocturnal. That's me. Have been for as long as history. Being a bartender is one of the few legal ways to make a living at this hour. There's been offers for the less than legal ones. Those entrepreneurs tend to cross a bartender's path. We all love the night and its danger and magic. But not everyone has a code.
Last night a few of us went to IHOP for a group unwind after our shift. Sassy arrived last. Her proper name is long and Russian, so she named herself Sassy and adopted a fitting personality.
She's the type of woman easy to adore, tall and lovely. To add intrigue to the night she competes with me in terms of our sales. Alas, she always loses for Sassy was but a little girl when my legendary career began in much larger bars than I now patrol. But, it's fun to watch her try.
She trembled when she sat, and we wondered why. Five guys accosted her on the walk over from her car. Nothing physical...just bullshit catcalls by drunken fools trying to feel hard. But, they scared her because it only takes one fool to lead the others to terrible things.
A kind of resignation overtook me and I wanted out of the booth. When queried I replied that I wanted to find them. Sassy said they'd vanished not to bother, but it took some talking down. I had already deputized my mate beside me.
Treating women properly has always been part of the code. It's a patchwork nobility gleaned from too many comics and lots of science fiction. I haven't always lived up to it. During a bad time a few years back I nearly forgot it completely. But, once remembered, the damn thing saved my soul. So, no matter how inconvenient, it will do just fine.
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