Friday night's big spectacle involved a stalled car down the street that slowly became consumed in flames. What started as a small fire below the carriage and an interested few soon became a possible explosion as the front half was aflame and an entertaining event for everyone on the patios of the three surrounding bars and countless others who had come outside to witness the horror.
Firefighters quickly arrived on the scene and doused the flames and apparently some spirits; among the applause for the rescue, I heard several boos. I think deep down, everyone was secretly hoping it would blow up.
Behind the bar, we started our own flame war on a picture posted by a fellow bartender on Facebook earlier that day. Reminiscent of a senior portrait, the bartender modeled a stoic expression while the acoustic guitar he held gently wept (I'm assuming). Not able to let this opportunity to harass escape us, we proceeded to print off at least 20 copies of the photo and place them in various humorous spots all over the bar, which included---but were not limited to: the cash register drawer, the shift schedule, the beer taps, the specials board and in several cases where only his head was cut out, on various framed wall pictures.
Most are still up, and I hope they remain up for a while---at a job like this, I could use all the help I can get to evoke a smile sometimes.
No comments:
Post a Comment