Saturday lunch. Today is Joan's wedding day. The restaurant, shorthanded to begin with, is about to be hit with a major understaffing. Joan has a lot of friends here and they're going to be in her wedding. Terry is at the bar and she tells me she's getting off work at 3. They have someone from another store coming in at 6, but so far they have no one to cover the bar between 3 and 6. The person coming in at 6 is a guy.
A guy bartender? "Male bartenders have their place," I say to her, "and their place is Ruby Tuesday's or O'Charlie's, not here. I'm not coming in here with some guy bartending. That's disgusting. The more I think about it the more disgusting it is to me. Just the thought of it makes me nauseous. In fact, I'm not sure I want to come back in here at all."
Terry laughs. "I'll see you in here tomorrow night."
"Of course," I reply. "Have fun at the wedding."
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