Adam and I had dinner tonight before we saw a show.

Dinner was much faster than we expected so we walked to a bar down the street to have a cocktail.

Bartender was very sweet with biceps that wouldn’t quit. She was excited we were from the south.

It was a typical bar. An older couple having dinner behind us. A young foursome at the end having fun.

About 90 seconds before we left a woman walks behind the bar and right up to the bartender.

The bartender says, now how do you make the drink you want again. She was very patient.

The woman says Belvedere. Olive juice. Vermouth.

I was expecting some fancy esoteric cocktail. It’s a fucking dirty martini. Like. Exactly a dirty martini.

The bartender is very kind. Sends the lady on her way. Makes the drink.

She processes our payment and we are off to the show.

Who really thinks iit’s okay to go behind the bar to tell a bartender how to make a drink she’s made a 1,000 times before.