Sympathy

I was at a bar in Boston tonight when the bartender carded me. (They always card me. I look like I’m twelve.) He looked from my ID back to me and then down again.
“Seattle?”
I nodded.
“I heard about that shooting, man. With the kids? And the rave? Terrible stuff. Here, this one’s on me.”

7 Comments so far

  1. Ryan (unregistered) on March 29th, 2006 @ 9:43 pm

    Not to be crass, but that guy was totally hitting on you.


  2. DM (unregistered) on March 30th, 2006 @ 5:12 am

    Ryan,
    Please commit to thinking before you write.


  3. Adam Phillabaum (unregistered) on March 30th, 2006 @ 6:24 am

    Yes, I agree that the shooting is/was a horrible thing. I not sure I follow how getting a free drink helps the situation any.

    I love free booze as much as the next guy… but this doesn’t make too much sense.


  4. Ryan (unregistered) on March 30th, 2006 @ 7:18 am

    DM: Get over yourself.


  5. samantha (unregistered) on March 30th, 2006 @ 9:05 am

    Ryan: It’s hard to tell through the thick, thick accents.

    Adam: What, now you people want me to have a point? Really, my point was just that I’m across the country several days after the shooting, and people over here are still thinking about it.


  6. Colleen (unregistered) on March 30th, 2006 @ 10:59 am

    That’s actually really sweet. The world is a small place, and events like these make a ripple that goes a long way.


  7. Zee (unregistered) on March 30th, 2006 @ 2:24 pm

    Whether he was hitting on her or not, he was trying in the best manner available to him to be sympathetic.



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