It was the end of the night. The bar was just about empty and I needed to be anywhere but near more beers. I went up to the bartender and asked to close out my tab. She handed me the receipt and I looked down at the amount spent...
WHAT?
I shook my head like a surprised cartoon character. The only thing I could do was look up and glare at the bartender. She gave me the head tilt, palms up, "i dunno what to tell ya" pose. But I just...it couldn't be right.
The previous week I set a record. I went to the bar 4 nights in 5 days. During that time I racked up bar tabs totaling well over $300. But nothing could explain what happened this particular night.
The stare-down wasn't giving me the information I desired, so I pleaded with her. "Are you sure this is right? I really don't believe it"
She assured me it was correct and I just shook my head.
As I headed home I just couldn't stop thinking about that damn bar tab. I wanted to...no...I needed to...know how it happened.
Earlier in the night I remember eating endless shrimp, I remember kicking a red ball, I remember girls wearing fox costumes, I remember the Cupid Shuffle playing 40 times...but I couldn't remember how I ended up with the bar tab.
After sitting in my bed depressed and pondering it for hours I decided that I had to let it be. It was taking over my head and it needed to stop. I calmed down, took a deep breath, and decided to do the only thing I could do. I'd just pay off the $18.43 the next time my credit card bill was due....
Sorry bartenders, I'll try harder next time....
Friday, September 20, 2013
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