"Timmy!" it was quite a loud greeting but then me showing up on a Saturday is worth a celebration. "Look at what I did to my knees," she said as she came out from behind the bar and bent over to grab the bottom of her pant legs. "Now don't laugh"

I promised nothing as she raised her pants to reveal two slightly oblong rather dark but kind of small bruises beneath both her knees. "Man, those look like they hurt."

"Yeah, tell me about it. I fell just that one last step," she said as she looked to my right toward the staircase.

"Are you going to eat?"

"Yeah but can I order off the specials from *the bar next door*?"

"What's that supposed to mean?" she said with a smile, there has been a lot of seafood on the specials; I'm not big on seafood. "Do you want a menu or are you just going to order something you always do?"

"I don't know yet but I'll take a menu."

"Get something new."

"There isn't much on here I haven't had." We then went through the six pages of items skipping one whole page of seafood.

"You're a rather particular eater."

"Yeah, if it's my choice, but I'll eat whatever if it is served to me."


I don't know why I'm typing this. There really is no point, there is no punch line.



I ordered an item I usually order for lunch, had a couple beers, had a raspberry margarita and then a whiskey sour both of which were larger than normal; bought a round of shots and at one point left and returned with chocolate cover strawberries, and watched the Red Sox win a game in extra innings.


Danielle showed up for the second shift.

"Hey, I was hoping to see you."

"Here I am."

"I guess you're working Wednesday."

"Yeah, but I should be alright, it would have been easier to study if I had Wednesday but…" she shrugged her shoulders. She wasn't in a great mood so I left her alone to get settled and later joined her at the upstairs bar.

She hinted that she might quit before Wednesday.

I'll probably find a new bar.