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Just as I was leaving for the bar, Dad phoned. It was already 23:05. So I locked myself out of the house, told Dad I'd call him back, woke up the landlady, got the spare keys, let myself back in, got my own keys, then headed out. Phoned Dad back. Talked to Dad as I walked to the late-night gas station, talked to Dad as I operated the ATM one-handed, talked to Dad as I entered the bar.
YAY BAR.
Jamie saw me coming in, waved. The other barman - newish, don't know his name yet - took a mouthed order for a Guinness. I sat down, wrestling one-handed with my coat as Dad filled me in on the latest from "home" - mercifully, noone appears to have died since I last talked to the folks - and waited for my pint to show up. Heather waved hello. Jamie shows up with the pint, shakes hands with me lefthanded, and I'm still talking on the phone to Dad. Sup sup sup. Slurp. Quaff. Sup sup. Damn, this pint is emptying out and it's gone past last orders, and I can't get Jamie's attention cos I'm still talking to Dad. Sup sup. Down to the last quarter-inch, and Jamie reappears with another pint. Served 15 minutes after closing. A guy comes in the door 30 seconds later and is told, "sorry, we're finished".
Damn I like my bar.
Jamie's got his papers sorted for another year here, after an unfeasibly long wait at the immigration office. Phew, I won't lose ANOTHER barman just yet.
Heather touches my shoulder on the way out. "G'night Ronan!". It's nice to belong.
YAY BAR.
Jamie saw me coming in, waved. The other barman - newish, don't know his name yet - took a mouthed order for a Guinness. I sat down, wrestling one-handed with my coat as Dad filled me in on the latest from "home" - mercifully, noone appears to have died since I last talked to the folks - and waited for my pint to show up. Heather waved hello. Jamie shows up with the pint, shakes hands with me lefthanded, and I'm still talking on the phone to Dad. Sup sup sup. Slurp. Quaff. Sup sup. Damn, this pint is emptying out and it's gone past last orders, and I can't get Jamie's attention cos I'm still talking to Dad. Sup sup. Down to the last quarter-inch, and Jamie reappears with another pint. Served 15 minutes after closing. A guy comes in the door 30 seconds later and is told, "sorry, we're finished".
Damn I like my bar.
Jamie's got his papers sorted for another year here, after an unfeasibly long wait at the immigration office. Phew, I won't lose ANOTHER barman just yet.
Heather touches my shoulder on the way out. "G'night Ronan!". It's nice to belong.
