What Happens When The Rockies Play the World Series?

"Let's give it another half hour, and then we're all good. This isn't fair to you."
-Dave

The bar was dead last night. At one point, for a moment at about seven thirty, we had no customers. Zip, zero, zilch. Then Julia came in (she had the day off) and we technically had one. By eight thirty, I had no tables. By nine thirty, this hadn't changed and Dave let me go. It was amazing. Ten o'clock on a Wednesday night and I was actually at home instead of at the bar. That hasn't happened to me since some time in August, or maybe it was June. Granted, I made terrible money thanks to the being dead part, but at ten o'clock when I was sitting on my couch making two necklaces and watching Scrubs I couldn't help but think it was totally worth it.