23 September 2013

Arcade bar

I think she looks a little bit like Amy Ryan. But you'd probably say I was crazy. But I think everyone agrees that she doesn't want to be there.

She addresses me with a "what's up dude" when I go up to the bar. It's reminiscent of the way one would address a kid brother's annoying friend. It is without charm. I pay too much for the wrong beer.

It's a shit crowd at that bar. The receipt next to me has a criminally low tip on it. In what world is it ok to have one's compensation decided by post-facto evaluation? Maybe I'd be annoyed too.

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