“They were customers?” He truly looked confused. “All people who come into this bar are customers, Carl,” sighed the bartender. She told him never to do that again, but I personally have my doubts. Later she told us that he had had a stroke not too long ago, and his filter was more than a little off. She still needed him to stay in line, she said - especially after the last time when he told her and his partner to fuck off for no reason other than they were having a simple conversation. The bartender spent the next hour or so chatting us up and helping us order Chinese food for delivery, since her kitchen flooded in January and they hadn’t fixed it yet.
We drank local beers and got sucked into watching You, Me, and Dupree. Not a typical evening for sure.īetween 10 and 10:30 the place went from dormant to packed.
