Adam and I are very outgoing people. We could make friends practically anywhere, anytime. So it is not a surprise that after a few beers, we were extra friendly with a new bartender at our local watering hole. After a night of what we think is bonding with her (you know, getting drunk - professing love, finding strange things in common and making future plans for a vacation together that we know we'll never take), we were happy to see her working when we showed up at the bar again the next weekend. Adam pointed over to her and said “I remember her – we did shots together last time.” I smiled saying, “I remember her too. I bought shoes with her!” Which meant that after many drinks, I leaned over the bar, all sloppy and slurry, and asked her opinion about a cool pair of heels from an online shoe boutique. Of course I then proceeded to buy the pair in three colors while in a drunken stupor. Adam just looked at me and said – “you are the only person I know who buys shoes online in a bar, and with the bartender no less.” I opted not to bring up that while I was at the dentist last week, I had the dental assistant help me pick out a few sweaters from Kohl’s online as we waited for the Novocain to take effect.
a bartender's best friend
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