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| - 1. It's a bar in a supermarket complex.
2. And I got turned away at the door tonight, because I was wearing dark nondescript sneakers.
3. Did I say it's a bar in a supermarket complex?
I was to meet some co-workers here tonight, my first time out socializing in Scottsdale. Since the evening weather dropped to below 70, I changed out of my shorts and flip-flops and dusted off my Bay Area hipster gear (long sleeve jersey tee, blue jeans, nondescript black sneakers, and jumped onto the 101.
I was looking for some trendy area, with little boutique stores, restaurants, bar scenes and bums asking for spare change. Instead, I was greeted by gas stations, a CVS Pharmacy, a crowded parking lot (with, oooh!, valet parking!), and a long line to get in.
When I got to the front of the line, I was carded. No problem with that. Then the bouncer got a whiff of my god awful sneakers and kicked me to the curb. Are you kidding? A supermarket bar with a no-sneakers policy? "Heavens forbid we allow any riff-raff in our fine establishment!" had half a mind to put up a real stink, but instead called my friend inside and had a loud-mouthed ranting conversation with him about the idiot policy, while the other line-standers looked at me uncomfortably.
I should just stay in Tempe and party with my students...
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