Barfly (story)
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Word Count: 905
It was cold wet and raining outside but I had spent enough time inside and needed to get out. It was only 3 blocks to get to the small bar down the street and I arrived there without getting very wet.
I thought about taking a seat at the bar but decided on a table away from the door instead. The bar was mostly empty. There were a couple of men sitting at the bar chatting with the bar tender. A young couple was having diner at a small table in the opposite corner from me. No one was playing pool and the small stage was empty excepting for an African hand drum and two chairs.
“Do you want a menu?”
Startled, I stuttered “huh? What?”. Where did she come from?
“Do you want a menu?”
“Oh. No. Do you have a Sam Adams on tap?”
“Yes. A pint?”
“Yes. Thanks.” Crap. I must be here very early for the bar to be this empty. The dark sky must have fooled me into thinking it was later than I thought. Too late now. I wish I had brought a book along. Now there is something you rarely see. Someone reading a book in a bar.
Extremely bored I amuse myself by making patterns on the table top with the circles from the condensation on the beer glass. I wish the waitress would come back and chat but she is somehow stuck to the bar. I can see nothing keeping her there. No one appears to be talking to her and she looks as bored as I am feeling. I suddenly have the though of one of those silent movies, where there is a flash card that pops up and says “time passes”. Time does somehow pass and we are still alive after it does so. Whew!
People were starting to drift in now. I was coping with the boredom though mostly by watching the waitress as she went round the room. I was trying to decide if I had a chance with her and if I would be interested if I thought I had a chance.
“Hello. Mind if I sit here.” I looked up to find a younger look man waiting for an answer.
“No. Go ahead.” I wait for him to get seated. “Hello. Name is Jeff. What brings you out to the bar tonight?”
“Girls. Going to pick up some women.”
“Some women? How many?”
“How many? No dude, just one. Wow more than one would be fun huh? Not that I am going to get that lucky? You?”
I didn’t want to go there for numerous reasons. I figure you can tell if a guy doesn’t get lucky very often when he wants more than one woman at a time. If you are starving I suppose it works like that to, you don’t dream of just a piece of pie but the entire pie or maybe even an entire bakery.
“So is someone meeting you here or are you just going with the flow? See what happens so to speak?”
“Going with the flow. You?”
I ignored his question. I hadn’t thought beyond getting out the apartment and finding something interesting, anything.
“Where is that bitch of a waitress?”
“Hey. She will be the first woman you talk to tonight I suspect. You might want to get started on a better note if you want to succeed tonight.”
“Huh? Look how long does it take to get a beer around here anyway?”
On cue somehow, the waitress shows up. She looks with distaste him and raises an eyebrow.
“Beer.”
She looks over at me and notices my glass is almost empty. “You want another Sam Adams?”
“Please.” I give her quick smile and nod a thanks. She shrugs and walks away to the bar. I watch her as she goes. I see that my guest follows her progress to the bar as well. I wonder what brand you get when you just order beer.
“So. I am curious. You came here to meet some woman. There is a table with four chairs and 3 women and yet you choose to sit at a table with a guy. Why?”
“What you don’t like that I am sitting here? I can move if it bothers you? Those women are not my type?”
“Type? What is your type?”
“You know. Someone who looks like Christine Brinkley.”
“Christine Brinkley?!! Is she still alive? I haven’t heard that name in ages!”
“I don’t know. Who cares?” You asked me what type.”
“So do those women not look your type then?”
“Oh no. They are ugly.”
“Oh. When was the last time you saw a women that looked like your type?”
“Oh dude. They are everywhere. They just don’t come to this bar.”
“And you do?”
“Yeah. Sometimes.”
The waitress came back with our beer. We paid and said thanks. I was pleased to get a smile in response from her. I noticed that he again watched her as she walked away. Perhaps from the back she looked like his type. I lean back in my chair and wait to see what happens next. Nothing. He drinks his beer and watches the TV in the corner above the bar. I suspect he has no wish for further conversation. Or perhaps he has nothing further to say. Either way nothing further.
I finish my beer and decide to give up. Back in the apartment a book beckons. I have ventured forth and found nothing new. Life somehow continues.
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