Darlene. Bartender. Twenty-seven. Pretty face, interesting eyes.
There was a time when I went into the restaurant several nights a week for dinner or a couple of beers. Darlene usually waited on me. I never knew her very well. She never knew me very well. We had a disagreement and a parting of the ways and that, as they say, was that.
Bartenders have ways to let you know they don't want your business, just as they have ways to let you know they want and appreciate your business.
What happened? It doesn't matter. It's in the past. Let it stay there.
Bygones, Darlene. I mean it. Who needs the karma?
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