The Girlfriend
A new guy came into the pub tonight. I was sitting at the end of the bar when he stuck his hand over the taps and introduced himself to Sean, the manager for the evening.
"Hi, I'm Steve," he said strongly, trying to earn his way into the Club.
"Sean." (He's a private man.)
"So Sean, what's your story? You married?"
"No."
"Girlfriend?"
After a slight pause, he muttered, "What?"
"Do you have a girlfriend?" Steve repeated.
"Yes," he stated firmly, asserting it as fact.
I felt myself turn beet red. I stifled a laugh, and when I glanced up at Joanna, the bartender, I saw that she was just a flustered as I was. We were floundering for air, kicking desperately to the surface of the moment. What sent us both under water was that the "girlfriend" he was referring to was ME!
Sean charged around the corner out of ear shot, allowing us to resurface, and after we gulped in a few breaths, Joanna said simply, "That was awesome."
I couldn't agree more.
"Hi, I'm Steve," he said strongly, trying to earn his way into the Club.
"Sean." (He's a private man.)
"So Sean, what's your story? You married?"
"No."
"Girlfriend?"
After a slight pause, he muttered, "What?"
"Do you have a girlfriend?" Steve repeated.
"Yes," he stated firmly, asserting it as fact.
I felt myself turn beet red. I stifled a laugh, and when I glanced up at Joanna, the bartender, I saw that she was just a flustered as I was. We were floundering for air, kicking desperately to the surface of the moment. What sent us both under water was that the "girlfriend" he was referring to was ME!
Sean charged around the corner out of ear shot, allowing us to resurface, and after we gulped in a few breaths, Joanna said simply, "That was awesome."
I couldn't agree more.