Senioritis

I'm very much in that place where I'm just coasting through my shifts at the bar. I'm not especially motivated. Not especially invested, and big on getting out ASAP. Tonight, for instance, I was the first one in, thus the first one out. By ten thirty I was gone. It was awesome.

Slow night. Nothing too much that was interesting. I did have one funny exchange.

Two guys walk in and find a table.
Me: Hi how're you doing?
Guy: Terrible, and you?
He said it totally deadpan and without any kind of emphasis. I was entertained.
Me: Alright, what'll you have?
Guy: A Smithwicks.
Me: Will that get you in better shape?
Guy: That'll fix me right up.

On the broader scope - got news today that the deal to sell the bar fell through. Apparently the dude who wanted to buy it forgot to get his wife in on the scheme and she put the kibosh on it. As Dave put it, "He forgot to clear it with the boss."

And thus, life at the bar continues.