Just a short time ago I was offered a job, for one day a week, in a little run down sports bar that sits in the back of a little discreet shopping center. But in that time I have had the time of my life, I have my regulars, I make new friends, I actually enjoy and love my peeps. Everybody has a story, I listen, talk and put a smile on their face, today my favorite little couple came in, served them their martinis, Reuben and small talk. Pamper them just a bit maybe makes them feel just a bit better.
Owner came in about mid afternoon, sat down and asked me if I had time to talk, slow so OK. You want to come to work full time, have an opening, lots of good compliments on your behalf, you know how to run a bar, love to have you. First I am 51, this is a young person’s game, I could not keep up this pace full time. You gonna fire me, no, because you are one of the best I have ever had and would love to have you to stay full time. My heart says yes but my body says no. Think I have a job one day a week for as long as I want it.
Came home and told my husband what happened, then he said there was a little cute girl behind the bar, red lipstick, sexy tights, nice ass, now you know why I come by for a drink every time you work. And I get to bring you home.
Maybe I have something left after all.