The Snowstorm

Personal Yummy #84

“Hey, Shane,” Nick says, as he leans over the end of the bar and comfortably rests his forearms on top of it. “Are you the early-person-out tonight?”

Shane, busy doing his side work, stops with his hand buried inside a white plastic container of bright blue, yellow, and pink sugar and sweetener packets. He looks up expectantly. “Yeah, I sure am, Nick,” he replies.

“Well, why don’t you get going then? It’s nine—a little early—but there’s no use sticking around here any longer tonight.”

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A Night of Illusions

Personal Yummy #83

Developed from an image by Corinna Chifari

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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The Wisdom in Persistence

Personal Yummy #82

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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