Adventures Behind The Bar

I’ve been waiting for a long time to have a story good enough to share my first time blogging. 

It has arrived.

Although I wasn’t bar tending, I got to observe from not too far away. It’s your average saturday night… Not dead, not busy. Plenty of people enjoying their beverages, food, what have you. I was prepared for people to get loud. I was prepared for people to get the munchies. Neither surprised me. What wasn’t I prepared for? A woman to pee on herself. Yes, right there at the bar. Yes, while sitting down. Yes, it formed a puddle. Yes, I’m cringing while typing this. She had been talking nonstop since I walked into the restaurant. To the bar tender, to herself, to people around her. As nice as she was, it’s obvious she was not entirely “there”. She stayed till close, paid, tipped, and made a speech on the way out about how we all need to stay happy because we are good people. I’m sort of speechless thinking back on it, and I hope wherever she was going, she made it…. but if there’s one lesson to be learned here, you just can’t pee on yourself at the bar, okay?

My favorite thing about all of this is when she bent down next to her chair to pick up something and said, “OH it smells!”… I wonder why? …Thank you, please do not come again. 

By the way, I’m not the usual writer, but you’ll be hearing more from me :]

—>Em