SPIRTS AT THE BAR

It was a warm, sunny Saturday. The outside bar at Nick's was open, and I was finally working.The weather was finally warm. Rain seemed like a bad dream we all needed to escape. Luckily, there were no trace of clouds but the muggy air could have a choking effect if you didn’t pace yourself right.

The first customers of the day were an older couple, regulars. We’ll call them the Jamesons. They were sweet and definitely loved their chardonnay. They eagerly spectated and by the look on their faces were quite entertained while

I cringed, serving a boisterous woman dressed in head to toe leather. Everything, I mean everything about her was loud. She pulled up to the bar on a thunderous Harley Davidson.

I knew in my heart, she was fresh faced from finding Jesus in rehab. Moments later she confirmed that inkling it in her chatter. I winced when she ordered a cocktail to perhaps silence the savior and giver her a time out. Clearly however, I was on duty. After listening to her for about eight minutes about everything she could possibly fit into that word vomit window, the Jamesons shot me looks. Then, the other shift bartender arrived and immediately agreed to fetch the boisterous woman a red bull for a Jaeger Bomb! (face palm)

The Jameson’s shared in my discomfort as the hog driving, loquacious stranger started on about celebrating her son's child the night before, then proclaiming a vow to murder her, his mother the first chance she gets.

The muggy August air thickened so tight around my neck until finally she left.

But not after politely hitting on husband o'friendly regular couple to which sparked a three minute recap convo about her much anticipated and highly viewed exit.

It seemed to have sparked a bit of jealousy from wife o'friendly couple, which, I found endearing.

To soothe their unsettled, and buzzed hearts, I learned where the Jamesons were from over the next two hours and eight, 16oz bottles of Coors Lite. They yearned to own a house on the lake, visited with us last year and came back to our bar because they loved my specially made mojitos. (So why weren't they drinking them?)

We chatted about living on the lake and realtors one minute then the conversation took a tearful turn as the wife revealed her sister's passing of cancer hours previous to our meeting at the bar.

I couldn't fight choking up. So with her permission, I came from behind the bar to greet her with embrace.

"Why are you crying" Did you have a sister?"

She was confused as to my true reflection of her pain. "She's not mad at you for not being there."

She held me and sobbed. "How did you know?"

"I don't know what this means to you - but - Karen and Alicia are telling me - to tell you - she's with everyone and she's free."

Her husband stood up from his bar stool and walked to the water. I realized I was grateful the other bartender is deaf in one ear. To him, to the other's sitting there quibbling over the sun and heat, I was befriending an older drunk lady at the bar who just got a little emotional over mojitos and a loud ass lady hitting on her husband.

Before the couple left she came for one last hug. "We're all just energy trapped in skin bags. You're sister is free to move about now and she's all around us."

The burns on arm flared up a little bit. I'm ignored it land the fact that said skin bags to the lady. I really didn't know where half the stuff I was saying was coming from. But she left buzzed and feeling a little bit better. As always thanks for reading!

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