The last few weeks at the bar have been great. We have been extremely busy and blessed with nice customers. If only tending bar were always this smooth and drama free. I have actually been looking forward to going to work lately. As corny as this sounds, bartending is similar to being a live entertainer…such as a stand up comedian or a rock star. We feed off the energy of our guests in the same way they do an audience. So tonight…as Steve and I were easily rolling through another slammed and enjoyable shift…I had a young newlywed couple sit with me. They were easy-going and we had a pleasant conversation when time allowed. Several slightly dirty Stoli martinis and a shared dessert later…they called it quits and requested their tab. I cleared their dessert plate and something heavy dropped into my free hand. I looked down to see his gold wedding band sitting in my palm. What the fuck? What are the chances of that? Somehow this ring had slipped off his finger into the dessert unnoticed and then managed to fall off the plate and land in my hand instead of the bar floor…where its fate would lie with the night cleaners. I handed them the bill and asked if they were missing anything. They looked puzzled. I prompted them, “Are you missing anything on your hands…perhaps?”, as I produced the ring. They were astonished. I immediately told them I was a practicing magician working on my sleight of hand skills and had liberated the ring during our time together. They were just drunk enough to believe me and I enjoyed a good laugh on the inside as they tried to figure out how I had done it. We said our farewells and I grabbed the checkbook off the bar to discover two crisp hundred-dollar bills left inside for a tip. Not a bad way to end the evening. I just hope they don’t return and ask to see some more magic tricks.
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