photo by Mike Kelly
“Hey Phil. Phil! We need a couple of shots here. One for me and one for the birthday girl.”
“OK, what would you like?”
“What shot do you want, Melissa? I like Cuervo. Phil, how much is a shot of Cuervo?”
“I’m not sure, let me check.”
“It had better not be like $9.”
“One second. Sorry, it’s $9 a shot.”
“Eh, maybe we don’t need shots. Alright, alright. How about two for one for the birthday girl, Phil?”
“Um. I don’t think I can do that. I’m new and I already got you all a free round.”
“Fine, Phil. But can you give us a little extra.”
“A little extra?”
“Just, you know, instead of a shot glass give us a couple of those rock glasses about yay full.”
“I will try.”
“You’re the man, Phil. You guys like Cuervo? I love it but it’s so damn expensive. I got us a deal, though, so it’s cool. Phil is working it for us.”
“I’m sorry, the bartender says he can’t use a different glass.”
“Phil, you’re killing me. Fine, just give us shot glasses. But I want to see those overflowing.”
“OK.”
“Damn. Hey, who wants to chip in on these shots? We gotta get Melissa sooo drunk. I did my part.”
“Here you go: two overflowing shots of Cuervo.”
“To the birthday girl! You don’t want yours?”
