Bartender in a Cell-Phone Culture

On a quiet Tuesday evening

when the heat of summer

has melted people into languor,

Nick the bartender, wearing the

uniform of his trade, T-shirt,

dark jeans, and grey canvas

sneakers, perches on top of the

beer cooler, cheap ballpoint

behind his ear, bar rag and

bottle opener in his back pocket,

playing with his phone. He

has dark hair, shortish, a little

messy on top, brown eyes,

a shadow of beard, having

shaved recently but not closely.

He’s quick enough when

called upon, but not otherwise

taking much interest in the

few customers, playing with

their phones as well,

though there’s little talk.

 

Copyright 2014

T. Allen Culpepper

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