I was born on this day awhile ago.
I was asked what I wanted to do on my birthday and I didn't give an answer because I don't want to do anything that would make me extend any sort of effort.
The manager was standing near the door as I was making my way out.
"Hey, happy birthday, Tim."
I was a little surprised because I really don't talk about it much but then, I know his birthday is six days after mine so maybe he remembers the same way as I do. I know his birthday because he shares it with a former bartender that would let everyone know when was her birthday.
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It wasn't the shortest line but it had the best view.
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He joined me at the bar and after a couple beers, I tried to get him to do a shot of Patron but he wouldn't go for it but he did offer to buy me and the person I was talking with one. I protested that it wasn't fair for him to buy me a shot if he wasn't going to do one too but he didn't care and ordered two shots from the bartender.
I told the bartender not to take his money but she said "So, you're telling me he can't buy you a shot?" and she wasn't really asking for a clarification but more than less telling to shut the fuck up and let my friend buy me a shot.
So I shut up and drank.
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