For the last six months we’ve had too many bartenders. I didn’t know that was possible, but it is. And even with a surplus of bartenders we still can’t get the lights to work. There’s a how-many-bartenders-does-it-take-to-change-a-light-bulb joke in there somewhere.
Finally a bartender is leaving and in the best possible way. He’s going to a sister restaurant five blocks down the street. I head in to have a drink with everybody for his last day. People are crying,
“Why is he leaving? I’m going to miss him. I can’t believe he’s leaving.”
“I can’t wait to have his shifts.”
“Jess! I’m right here.”