Dear Bitch,

It was early evening and I was on my way home from Sumac after buying some cookies for my boss’ birthday tomorrow and decided it would be nice to have a beer at Barcade…maybe play a little Rampage…peruse the guys, etc. And there were some hot guys, and they were perusing me back!

However, you refused to acknowledge my existence, let alone my thirsty need, in the nine minutes I waited for service or a sign that service might be forthcoming in the future, on both sides of the bar in case you were stuck down at that one end. I understand you are helping other people, but the trick is to make eye contact or nod or otherwise acknowledge the presence of other bar patrons after they’ve been standing there for nearly ten minutes. Or, if the people you’re helping are taking a while, ask if they need a little more time or if it is okay if you help someone else while they’re deciding.

But no, Lady Bitchington, you were unwilling to even look at me. There were maybe 5 people sitting at the bar and 3 playing pool. So it isn’t as though you were overrun with customers and most of them already had their drinks.

I was so looking forward to that Avery Salvation…the description said it tasted like citrus, candy and “grassy hops”. That’s the taste I wanted! In my mouth!

But you did not want me in your bar. You did not want me to have a grassy hops flavor in my mouth. So I left. I did give you a dirty look on my way out…which you did not see. My only hope is that karmic justice will avenge me.

Love,

Cari