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| - to the woman working the bar tuesday night: i am an idiot for not sitting with you.
she was a riot. we come in, the place is pretty empty, and she steps over to us and tells us about our seating options. there's the bar ("a very social place"), the tables ("comfortable") and the seats facing the wall ("the last choice, or where loners go").
i want to sit at the bar, but my friends prefer a table so we sit down. we order our beers (the selection is amazing! i loved the both the barley wine and scotch ale i had) and talk amongst ourselves while the employees hang out at the bar, joking around and enjoying themselves. a little while later i see a couple sitting at the wall-facing seats, despite ample room away from the wall. loners? dimwits? so i ask the woman working the bar.
she steps close and proceeds to analyze this couple in great detail, describing their selection process ("they were about to leave but then they saw the wall-facing seats and were taken in by them.. i know, THE WALL FACING SEATS!") and their obvious happiness ("i know i said no one would choose the wall seats when others are available, but i guess they're for loners AND lovebirds"). i'm giggling because i'm a little buzzed, and she's clearly a partytime personality as loud bursts of laughter pour forth from her. i see the loner couple looking our way. we both look toward them, shrug, and move on.
a few minutes later the bartender is bundled up, at the door. she waves goodbye to everyone, lets out one last quick burst of laughter, and bounds up the stairs.
did i mention the beers are fantastic?
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