Personal Yummy #83
It’s late and I’m behind the bar drawing a Sierra Nevada Pale Ale from the tap when Craig walks in, looking cute as always in jeans, a white button-up shirt, and cowboy boots. I glance at him and smile.
“Hi there, Jenna,” he says, rather softly. “What? Are you bartending tonight?”
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Deciding to try one more time, I somehow drag myself onto a bus. About twenty minutes later, I wind up at Gullifty’s restaurant on Murray Avenue in Squirrel Hill.
“I wish I could help you,” the nice-looking elderly hostess with the smart glasses tells me, “but we already have a waiting list for this summer of about forty.”
I just look at her blankly.
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“Hey, Bea, how’s it going?”
I walk through the front door, ready for the Saturday day shift, and there’s Bianca—at least I think it’s her—hunching down behind the bar, attaching a fresh keg of Rolling Rock to one of the taps.
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About a month into my new job, I approach her with a question.
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