For whatever reason I had awoken agitated. As
I dressed for work I mentally ran through all the miserable things waiting for
me when I got to the job, I could envision the scowls on the morons I would have to
deal with all day and I could already hear my stomach growling. I knew I
should make myself some breakfast but I didn't. I just got into my car
and blended onto the freeway with all the other morons heading off to their
pathetic lives.
I glanced down at the radio but really wasn't in the mood to listen to anyone blabbering. By the time I reached my exit I had convinced myself to take the day off. I'd deal with the consequences tomorrow. Today, I told myself, I'm heading to the beach. I just didn't feel like dealing with any stupid today.
As the sun wasn't even up yet all the parking spots along the beach were empty. I pulled into the first end spot, pumped four quarters into the meter and headed down the walkway along the row of tee-shirt shops, bars and restaurants. The first place open wasSandy
The only one I saw was a cliché standing behind the bar wiping a glass with a bar towel, so as I walked in I asked him if he was open yet. "Open 5am every day." his voice neither cheery nor welcoming. I picked a barstool where my back wouldn't be towards the door. I always felt more comfortable if I could see my surroundings. I remember I had heard years ago that Doc Holliday or someone like that always sat facing the door. Not sure why but I always remembered that. It just seemed to make sense.
I was now on my third drink and nobody else had come in. Don't you get any regulars in here? I asked. Kirk, the bartender looked up at the clock. "They'll start wandering in here pretty soon, maybe half hour."
I found it odd he had not asked me anything, where I was from, what I did for a living…nothing. I finished my drink, paid my tab and headed out to find someplace a little more lively. Kirk was not objectionable; he was just missing a personality. I wanted to spend my hooky day with someone alive.
I glanced down at the radio but really wasn't in the mood to listen to anyone blabbering. By the time I reached my exit I had convinced myself to take the day off. I'd deal with the consequences tomorrow. Today, I told myself, I'm heading to the beach. I just didn't feel like dealing with any stupid today.
As the sun wasn't even up yet all the parking spots along the beach were empty. I pulled into the first end spot, pumped four quarters into the meter and headed down the walkway along the row of tee-shirt shops, bars and restaurants. The first place open was
The only one I saw was a cliché standing behind the bar wiping a glass with a bar towel, so as I walked in I asked him if he was open yet. "Open 5am every day." his voice neither cheery nor welcoming. I picked a barstool where my back wouldn't be towards the door. I always felt more comfortable if I could see my surroundings. I remember I had heard years ago that Doc Holliday or someone like that always sat facing the door. Not sure why but I always remembered that. It just seemed to make sense.
I was now on my third drink and nobody else had come in. Don't you get any regulars in here? I asked. Kirk, the bartender looked up at the clock. "They'll start wandering in here pretty soon, maybe half hour."
I found it odd he had not asked me anything, where I was from, what I did for a living…nothing. I finished my drink, paid my tab and headed out to find someplace a little more lively. Kirk was not objectionable; he was just missing a personality. I wanted to spend my hooky day with someone alive.
to be continued
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