“I bet you’ve got some crazy stories” (#1.3)

I was just so happy to have been reminded of that beautiful moment in time that I didn’t bat much of an eye that the young lady was sitting at the bar having a beer (Hey, it wasn’t a Margarita or a shot of Jager.) I was even in such a good mood that I didn’t think twice about serving her a second.

i probably wouldn’t have gone for a third, but, man, she was an adult and she was with a family member, or at least a friend; moron or not, if he thought it was ok for her to have a couple beers, I’d go along with it for a bit.

The question of a third didn’t come up, and after about 45 minutes they paid and left.

That wasn’t the end of their visit, however. I was busy with the full 20-stool bar top, so I wasn’t aware of what was going on in the restaurant beyond. Ten or 15 minutes after they left, I happened to look up toward the host stand, where I saw this young lady coming back toward the bar like she may have forgotten a bag or a phone.

i kept working, figuring that if she had left something I would eventually be asked if I’d seen or found it. She never did, and that’s the last I saw of them.

They did come back up a little later, however. One of us mentioned them, and I told Matt that I guessed she had forgotten something, telling him how I had looked up and saw her looking like she was looking for something.

“No,” he said, “she was looking for him.”

You see, apparently this dude isn’t just the type of stellar dude who will take a mentally challenged person out for coldies, but he’s also the kind of dude who will stop and talk to people he knows for ten or 15 minutes on the way to or from the restroom, while she waits and becomes worried that she has been left and looks around for him to no avail.

We work with the public. We pay our bills  and feed our kids working with the public. That so, it is only fitting that we be prepared to encounter just any manner of person. Most of the people we help and serve are pleasant, thankful, and easy to serve. Sadly, however, that isn’t always the case.

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