“Was there something wrong with your service? Cause you kind of stiffed us on the tip.”
Game 3 of the NHL Stanley Cup Playoffs. The Chicago Blackhawks at Philadelphia with a two game lead in a best of seven series. A semi-filled bar on the northside of Chicago that markets itself as a “Sports Lounge” has both rooms covered in large flat screen televisions showing the game. As I walk in late due to rush hour traffic, but excited none-the-less, to meet a few people, they’ve already ordered the bucket special of beers. It’s 1-0 in favor of the Flyers and the first period is about to end. The Hawks are losing, the beers are running low and the appetites are growing.
“Hey buddy!” … nothing as I try to get the bar keep’s attention.
“Yoohoo hello!” … still nothing.
I let out a whistle … he walks right by us again.
