Today's event-at-the-bar:

 

As a bartender, looks are everything. Nobody wants to see a bartender look like they just rolled out of bed and are still in their pajamas (trust me, they're out there). So tonight I wore this new cute little black skirt that I got last time I was shopping. It's not a miniskirt or anything, just something that looks nice. As the night went on, I noticed two guys sitting at the counter who kept writing messages back-and-forth on coasters (why they didn't just talk to each other, I have no idea - it's too loud for us bartenders to pick up a coherent conversation anyway). I also have this strange habit of keeping all the coasters that my customers give me (most are phone numbers, which I never call; but some are pictures or sayings of those who get bored and just want to mess with a pen and a paper circle). This seems to have gotten around the 'usual' crowd and I tend to get a lot more coaster-quips than before. Anyway, the two guys very proudly slid across the bar for my attention. It pronounced a fine by the "Fashion Police of --- Bar" in which I was being fined "one phone number and a date" for my fashion faux-pas. Turns out my crime was "wearing a killer outfit without killer heels." Ha - I'd like to see anyone wear killer heels while standing for 8 hours on rubber mats...especially one of these two. But, I'll keep the coaster for laughs anyway.